I've Lived In Egypt Among Christians And

You Poor, Deluded Woman...do You Believe There Is Any Such Thing As Love?...you're Living An Illusion. Do You Believe The Words Of Love They Whisper In The Ears Of Penniless Women Like Us?

Memory Is Never Complete. There Are Always Parts Of It That Time Has Amputated. Writing Is A Way Of Retrieving Them, Of Bringing The Missing Parts Back To It, Of Making It More Holistic.

All Revolutions In History Have Obstacles. There Is Not A Revolution That Succes.

The Medical Profession [in Egypt] Is Also Very Commercial. Health Is Not Given To The Poor. You Know, If You Have Money, You Have Medical Care; If You Do Not, Then You Are In Trouble. I Was Not Ready At All To Build My Economic Security On The Diseases Of People, On Suffering, Especially Of Women And Children. So, In A Way, I Rebelled Against It.

Home Is Where You Are Appreciated, Safe And Protected, Creative, And Where You Are Loved - Not Where You Are Put In Prison.