I have a situation... an hour goes and an hour comes, and that is why I wrote this collection in five different situations... the first of which was while I was in the throes of an existential search for God and an overwhelming desire to truly communicate with Him... so sorry, Majesty took me for a while... so why don't you hold me accountable for my words while I am in a state between emotion and tragedy. Because I do not take the world seriously, it was natural for me to see it as false, and this certainly leads to a lot of feelings of falling prey to it in that woven trick called existence, and therefore the part of blackness appeared clearly in the sides of some of the poems... so sorry, I was a little depressed. In another case, I wanted to reveal my passion for love... Love, which is nothing but an elegant cover for all the sensuality that ails us, and the animal nails scratching under the skin of civilization and false human transcendence... So, sorry, I was a little hot... so don't hold me accountable for a frank state in which I wanted to reveal to myself the animal lurking in its depths. Then who among us is not broke... and the bankrupt must expose his contract to the rich... and therefore he penned a lot of criticism of the slum life that we live, and the transformation of life into one superficial dimension, which is the material dimension... so when you smell the scent of class hatred coming from me, forgive me... sorry, I was a little broke. I filled this word with apologies, but there is something for which I cannot apologize. When a person chooses nobility and stands on the side of man and humanity, he cannot apologize, and regarding those poems that cannot be apologized for, I say: without apology.

أحمد مجدي روائي وشاعر مصري، صدر له رواية (شجرة الكمال)، ونصوص وجودية سابقة بعنوان (رواه زوربا)، وديوان من شعر العامية بعنوان (مفيش حاجه)