For every step I haven't taken yet, about a girl who is able to decipher the code from my heart without hurting me, about a wave not in Alexandria that is able to sweep over me, I only tell myself about Kamel's love for life in Najat's eyes, about her love for Youssef, and about Kamel's choice to die. Sad and isolated, I say: Only separation can make a poet remain a very poet