Room 8 Memoirs

As for me, who asks me your question, what should I say to him? You may imagine what will be said when I reply and say "poet." And that’s all. It was a desperate hope to deal with a harsh, vulgar, and violent reality. A superficial society. An underdeveloped society that judges you by your youth, your money, and your car, and he is the impoverished expatriate coming from "Qift" in Qena in the far south, and he is forced to present his precious merchandise "his poetic masterpieces" here and there to those who are worth it and those who are not, and he is surrounded by the system and lives in a poor, miserable boarding house. I accompanied him all night, in small bars and popular cafes, and we end our tour at "Al-Khurs" café in Taufiqiya. Then we continue our tour until we reach Al-Ateba Square, and suddenly the light appears as a harbinger, and friends are all on their way... Here I am, talking about Amal Donqol, the artist, the human, and the friend who lived nobly, tenderly, beautifully, and proudly, who did not die, and his noble spirit and his immortal poetry remain... the genius of pain.