This man, who lost the dearest thing his life was tied to, groans in silence, wrapping himself against the harsh cold with his grandmother's papers, as if they were the intercessor saving him from the specter of loss. He chases a lion in search of Bob but doesn't find him. Lalla Ruqayya narrates as he imagines, forming a continuous stream of images for a film that must not end. She coaxes him to sleep, but he refuses, because sleep is surrender and submission to the Atlas lion, and a weakness in finding a solution to Lalla Ruqayya's torment and suffering from her husband Al-Tayyib's inability to satisfy her desire for revenge for Bob. This is why Ramiz hates sleep, and why he can only do so when the morning slumber overtakes him. He continues to analyze the complex to forget his original one: Jacqueline, who died in a traffic accident after she failed to see a truck at an intersection. It struck her, killing her just minutes after Ramiz held her hands in the hospital, screaming, "Don't leave me." This is what he told me on that first night, but between waking and sleeping, I wasn't focused and thought he was talking about one of his grandmother's many characters. I couldn't concentrate on the concept of Jacqueline's death; I thought she would witness the birth of his poetry collections and his fame, and I imagined she was somewhere, waiting for me to find the point of conflict between them so I could intervene. That's why I always asked where she was. There was nothing left I could do to help Ramiz, for I cannot bring back who cannot be returned; I cannot tear down the wall that separates here from there.

• Category: Stories/Novels
• Author: Hisham Zeinoun
• Publisher: Dar Fadaat
• Year of Publication: 2019
• Number of Pages: 316