لَحِقتْ به، قتلها الهَمّ، لم تذرف دمعةً واحدة، تعطل الدمع وليته ما تعطل! فبعد أسبوع انكفأت على وجهها وأشهُر وغادرتنا، أبي الضاحك البَشُوش المقبل على الحياة عاش بعدها سنينَ طويلة، لكن من هذا الذي عاش وبقي معنا؟! واحد آخر ليس فيه شيءٌ من أبي، صامت مُتجهِّم مكروش النّفسِ..
She followed him; grief killed her. She did not shed a single tear, the tears failed, and would that they had not! A week later she collapsed on her face, and within months she left us. My laughing, cheerful father, so fond of life, lived long years after that, but who was it that lived and stayed with us? Someone else, with nothing of my father in him: silent, sullen, his spirit crushed.
From the novel Port Said 68 · Chapter 9
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