“I am “Suad Abdel Hakim”, the companion of Youssef Al-Rawi. Do not rush me to know his story. Before I left his apartment, to which I went, I took his papers that he left on his desk, which he apparently finished shortly before his death. The surprise was that it was a novel, not Youssef writes a novel before, he was a poet chasing pictures in
The roads, the meanings surround him in the alleys, and he exaggerates gripping the neck of ideas when he is alone, and Joseph was often alone, so what prompted him to write a novel?
Perhaps this novel is his will in which he placed his suffering and despair, boredom, madness and delinquency, and his fantasies that had no limits, between the lines of which he put some of his personal biography, and much of his professional story and most of his confusion, anger, and impatience because of what he met in life.
Youssef refused to spend New Year's Eve together, arguing that he had something he wanted to accomplish. This night in our previous years belonged to us alone. I decided to interrupt him, to leave him forever, but the child inhabiting him disturbed my sleep and forced me to retreat after I imagined him crying when he knew I cut every way between us, so I went to him to make up for our morning what we missed at night.. but he died.
The police will come shortly, and they will ask me about my relationship with him, and it is not farfetched for them to accuse me of being the one who killed him, as the whistleblower is the first accused, but since I did not kill him, I will leave quickly, to devote myself to you to read the papers he left behind.
It is not important what it is, a novel as he wrote, an autobiography as I imagine, scattered loosely as you can imagine, the important thing is that we now have a work written by a journalist who lived alone as he wanted, I will not ask you to believe Youssef, it is enough for him that I believe him, and I will not ask you To love him, he didn't care who loved him or hated him, all he meant was that I loved him, but did I really love him? I'll leave you to judge."
