Hanane's biography

With the river in its flow that is much better, we see how love dips its hands in the mud, kneads it, and levels it for beautiful Umm Lily, and the journey that the levee went through until walls grew for it and it became Mansour's room, and Hanane's stories that the fishermen's net generously brought on the edge of the river, let's go around the tents and ask Al-Mabrouka, or go up to the Corniche to look at the lovers and walk on the asphalt of the small city, we might encounter Morsi hiding behind any building or behind any column watching Hanane, perhaps he sees and his heart finds peace, or his fire ignites instead of that ember that slowly roasts his soul, we see the world through the eyes of Professor Faraj the poet, tortured by his compass or his friend Saeed the naive, awkward, strange lover, when was Saeed ever good for anything, Hanane, and can a man save you no matter what.