She is not present on Facebook, neither has a name, a picture, or any news. Nothing ever. I search for her by the letters of her four-letter name, and the first name comes up repeated hundreds of times, sometimes the second name is repeated a few times, but the third name wanders once or twice, and the fourth name is not found at all. Missed the virtual world. In the real world, I haven't met her since we parted. It must be there and it will never cease to exist, but in a world I know nothing about. I close the computer, forget the streets open to my estrangement, and sit alone, close my eyes, and search for her in the depths of my soul. *** This is a special writing, the sole focus of which is first love, its legendary evasions of the soul and heart, and its oppression of the years that pass by unable to dislodge it in the soul of memory, and the memory of the soul... They are stories in which the writer recalls the first moments of astonishment, those that grow with the passage of days and take shape. Inside the heart, there is no way to forget it.

عمارعلي حسن، عضو اتحاد الكتاب ونادي القصة في مصر، صدرت له ست روايات هي: "السلفي" و"سقوط الصمت" و"شجرة العابد" و"زهر الخريف" و"جدران المدى" و"حكاية شمردل" وثلاث مجموعات قصصية هي: "التي هي أحزن" و"أحلام منسية" و"عرب العطيات" إلى جانب كتابين في النقد الأدبي هما: "النص والسلطة والمجتمع: القيم السياسية في الرواية العربية" و"بهجة الحكايا: على خطى نجيب محفوظ"، وله تحت الطبع رواية "جبل الطير" ومجموعة "أخت روحي".