And I was and still find talking about it as a young woman who is not boring. And how much that led me to circumambulate his big house, so I can win a look at him, but to no avail. And how much I stood in front of his huge door, Arno, to the composite mummified crocodile, and how much I sat in the desert of Mokattam not far from its great surah, so I only see the heads of berries, gossip and palm trees that are shrouded in the house, and closed windows that do not develop any trace of life. Is it not sad that we have a grandfather such a grandfather without seeing it or seeing us? Is it not strange for him to disappear in this closed big house and to live in the dirt?!
The speaker reflects on the loneliness and yearning experienced while trying to catch a glimpse of an elusive man, often circling his large house in hopes of a connection. This pursuit leads to feelings of desperation as she recalls standing before the imposing door adorned with a mummified crocodile and sitting in the nearby desert, surrounded by lifeless scenery. The closed windows and absence of life create an atmosphere of sadness and longing.
Her thoughts turn to the idea of having a grandfather who remains invisible and unapproachable, living in isolation. This raises questions about the nature of their relationship and the disconnect that persists, highlighting the strangeness of having family members who are physically present yet emotionally distant. The imagery evokes a sense of loss and a yearning for recognition that remains unfulfilled.
