The Worlds of Kamal Ruhayyim عوالم كمال رُحيّم

فيبدو أن كُلاَّ منا، ودون أن يدري، كان يصنع الآخر على هواه. أراها مسلمه، وتراني يهوديًا..

It seems each of us, without knowing it, had been shaping the other to our own liking. I see her as a Muslim, and she sees me as a Jew.

From the novel Days in the Diaspora · Chapter 13

Words of a narrator or a character belong to the novel's world, not to the author's personal views.

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كانت أول حقيبة أرتب محتوياتها ليلة الأمس.. بدأت بالبيچامة التي كان يرتديها جدي وقت أن مات، ثم بقميص رمادي بكم طويل كان أثيرًا لديه، والدبلة والساعة الچوڤيال، أما الطربوش فوضعته بعلبة كرتون مُقواه أمسكتها باليد الثانية.. أحببت أن أعود بأشيائه هذه.. أحفظها بدولابه القديم..

It was the first suitcase I had packed, the night before. I began with the pyjamas my grandfather was wearing when he died, then a grey long-sleeved shirt he loved, the wedding ring and the Jovial watch; the tarboosh I put in a stiff cardboard box that I carried in my other hand. I wanted to go home with these things of his, and keep them in his old wardrobe.

Days in the Diaspora

لم يعد لهم إلا هي.. هي السلوى والحنين، وخزة الألم وطيف الأمل، هي الشمس التي غربت، ولا دفء عادوا يشعرون به.. تأتي إليهم عندما يكونون فرادى في بيوتهم، تكلمهم ويكلمونها، تغويهم فيصدقونها، تشير إليهم وإذا هي سراب!

They had nothing left but her. She was their solace and their longing, the stab of pain and the ghost of hope; she was the sun that had set, and they felt no warmth any more. She comes to them when they are alone in their homes; she speaks to them and they speak to her; she tempts them and they believe her; she beckons, and she is a mirage.

Days in the Diaspora