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“مصر أم الحضارة، تخلق نفسها في الحلم عبر القرون. تحملنا كلنا، أبناءها: الذين يبقون ويعملون من أجلها ويشكون منها، والذين يرحلون ويشتاقون لها ويلومونها بمرارة على مغادرتها”

Quote by Ahdaf Soueif

Book:The Map of Love
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The Map of Love

A story that intertwines personal and historical narratives, focusing on the complexities of romantic relationships and the passage of time. more

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Ahdaf Soueif
Ahdaf Soueif

Ahdaf Soueif, born on March 23, 1950, is an esteemed Egyptian novelist. Her works are known for their profound insight and rich imagination, exploring cultural, historical, and social issues in the Middle East. more

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