Memoirs of a person sentenced to death

He got lost in his thoughts, and he delved into his reflections . . Long ago, I was a man like any other man, I had a thought every day, even every hour, and every minute, and my young, rich soul was full of desires and imaginations . . And my head was filled with young girls and outings in the dark night under the branches of the tall chestnut trees, there was always a holiday in my imagination, and I could think of whatever I wanted at any time . . Because I was free! But now, I am walking, my body shackled with iron in a cell, and my soul is a prisoner of a terrible, bloody idea that shows no mercy, and I only have one idea, only one conviction and one certainty: that I am sentenced to death . . That was, and that will be . . Who among us has not dreamed, or thought, between himself and himself, about the last day in the life of a condemned person? These are the memoirs of a condemned person, written by a contemplative poet’s pen, so they are worth reading and contemplating as well, and worthy of being presented to the reader of Al Hilal Novels.