in summer

where am I? What am I thinking? And what do I hear? There are sounds around me that I do not recognize, or I only recognize a few of them, and I find this strange feeling that makes me think that I am sleeping, and invites me to rest, and at the same time makes me imagine that I am with people, and that I have the right to assume the appearance of a social man, not... I can almost distinguish the voices of people talking around me; Among them are my husband, my two sons, and a group of friends, and I have no doubt that they remember Cairo and its events in recent weeks. As for me, my soul was filled with one sentence that was repeated to me a lot yesterday, and was repeated to me a lot this morning, which is &quote;Goodbye.&quote; I heard it yesterday from someone I visited or who visited me as a farewell. And I heard it today from those many friends who refused to bother with the morning with the birds. To shake my hand before I board the train. Taha Hussien