ويلوح لى وجه أخي فأتأمل الساعة التي تحيط بمعصمي، ساعته! لم يرَها ولا فرح بها، يوم ميلاده كان على وشك وابتعتُها له غير أنه لم يعُد، غاب الغيبةَ التي لا يأتي منها أحد، لم أشأ حفظها فدفءُ يدي أحنُّ عليها من أدراج وأرفف الدواليب..
My brother's face appears and I look at the watch around my wrist. His watch! He never saw it, never rejoiced in it; his birthday was near and I bought it for him, but he did not come back, he went into the absence from which no one returns. I would not put it away: the warmth of my hand is kinder to it than drawers and wardrobe shelves.
From the novel Port Said 68 · Chapter 9
Words of a narrator or a character belong to the novel's world, not to the author's personal views.