And we do not adventure into the art of literature – which currently is an art that earns its masters nothing but poverty and misery – unless driven by that hope,
AR: ʔaqdama (ʔiqdām), fann, ʔadab, ʔamal EN: …
أملُ جعْلِ اسمِنا محترماً عند أطفالنا وأحفادنا الذين سيقرؤوننا ويدركون مقدارَ ما ضحّيناه لأجلهم من دمائنا ونفوسنا .
the hope that all this will make our names respected among our children and grandchildren who will read us and understand to what extent we have sacrificed our blood and heart for their benefit.
4 | The intellectual revolution that is flowing so powerfully1
through our veins2
prompts us to fight against everything old and makes us look forward in joyful anticipation to an overall renaissance/upswing to happen in Egypt.