In the beginning of my work as a journalist specialized in the cultural affairs in Egypt, I had a short, but so impressive phone call with the great Egyptian poet Abd El Rahman Al Abanody, God rest his soul.
He was so sick at this time and also was in a visit to his ill sister. In the first moments of our conversation, he thought that his daughter speaking to him.
He kept praying with very kind words that I will never forget. I told him I am not the person you think he said. It is not important.. you are like my daughter of course.;I was so happy with his words and still , but when I knew he is dead I remembered them with deep sorrow.
Life went on with good days and other difficult ones . I met good and bad people that I owe too much. I have read so many books and learned many things.
But from this short phone call, I learned that I have to pray for everyone even if I do not know because sweet words are the only good memory that can last even after we go.
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