I remember when I was a student at the university, I wrote an article in the Journal of the College of Arts entitled: ((What were you wishing to be?)), My answer: Are I not! And it is strange for that, I wrote at the end of the article, I say: ((Oh, if I was a tree ... without two eyes or ears, but I was fed with air and clay, and I do not hear the whining .. Oh if I was .. Unfortunately .. I will not be .. I wish I did not Be!)). But the books have become my life, and the book is my path, my style, my mother, and my honor .. and my torment as well, as I occupied it from the whole world .. The book was my world .. My energy was dispelled in reading and before it my money .. And my known wealth became more than forty thousand books .. This is if someone sees that these books are a wealth .. But it is my wealth and Saddi Al -Aali, who gives me energy and light and blocks the world from me as well.