
Growing up, I read wonderful novels for such great authors who had a lot in common:
An Elegant style of writing that at times made me fall to the ground laughing, while stealing tears from my eyes at others.
And their ability to fly me from my seat straight into worlds of dreams and put me in the heart of the struggle of a helpless people against its ruthless king, or in one of the most romantic yet tragic stories ever told..
perhaps live the life of a town over a century of time!
or maybe in that spooky house on the hill that's haunted by ghosts!!
or even be in the middle of the war between Greek gods.
One more thing they had in common is...none of them was Egyptian.
Not for once did I think about reading for Egyptian authors; For I thought none of them would be able to capture my mind with his/her writings the way English,French and Russian literature did , though my father had a library of the finest Egyptian works of literature.
It’s not until recently that I discovered how wrong it was of me to neglect the brilliant productions of the brilliant Egyptian minds.
I read this lately -I can't remember the exact words nor where I’ve read them-:
"It’s a shame to know every bit of detail about the European culture without knowing the simplest facts about our civilisation"
These words got me thinking that it’s about time I gave the Egyptian literature the attention it deserves.





