The Dreams

Dream 104

I saw myself in Abbasiya wandering in the vastness of my memories, recalling in particular the late Lady Eye. So I contacted her by telephone, inviting her to meet me by the fountain, and there I welcomed her with a passionate heart.

I suggested that we spend the evening together in Fishawi Café, as in our happiest days. But when we reached the familiar place, the deceased blind bookseller came over to us and greeted us warmly — though he scolded the dearly departed Eye for her long absence.

She told him what had kept her away was Death. But he rejected that excuse — for Death, he said, can never come between lovers.