Naguib Mahfouz: Dreams of Departure
Many times we gathered in a spot between the fields and the main road, until once my friend told me that it wasn’t always a truly safe place to meet.
From that moment I became disturbed, until one morning I awoke to a mighty commotion of shouts outside.
Below my window I beheld a limitless crowd, in which nothing stood out but its boundless rage.
–Naguib Mahfouz, Dreams of Departure