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And the neighborhood of Qirmiz with high stone walls, its doors closed on secrets, and it only reveals a secret to those who look inside. There, one sees a quarter teeming with the poor and beggars, gathered in the courtyard to work and fulfill needs, or sees a paradise rich with gardens, peace, and sanctuaries. From a small high window near the vault, a white face sometimes appears like the moon. I see it from my position at the window of our small house overlooking the neighborhood, so I wander despite my childhood in the magic of its beauty. Three short stories carry within them many tales and characters, in which Naguib Mahfouz returns to his memories of the Egyptian neighborhood, then in the Abbasia area, which he moved to at the age of twelve. He presents us with vivid, detailed snapshots that carry the spirit of the place and its old features erased by time but still firmly rooted in Mahfouz's memory. Thus, the short story collection became a single interconnected fabric, moving between the two areas of Al-Hussein and Abbasia, carrying the scent of the past, nostalgia for memories, and their enchanting fragrance. It expresses Mahfouz's literary world, and the characters of this world that he narrated in many of his novels, the places that were the stage for many of his events, and the political events he was preoccupied with, starting from the 1919 revolution, the Free Officers movement, the setback, Sadat, and economic openness.