كنت أدع نفسي للأيام، كنت أقول: لعله ينساها.. لعل خديجة تقصيها.. لعل ولعل مع الأيام، وخلا من بالي أنه لم تعد هناك أيام.. وأكل الموت خديجة، ليصير الألم ألمين.. ألم الفراق وألم الضمير.
I left myself to the days. I kept saying: perhaps it will forget her, perhaps Khadija will drive her out, perhaps and perhaps, with the days; and it never crossed my mind that there were no more days. Then death devoured Khadija, and the pain became two pains: the pain of parting and the pain of conscience.
From the novel Days in the Diaspora · Chapter 32
Words of a narrator or a character belong to the novel's world, not to the author's personal views.