Twelve years in the company of the Prince of Poets

Circumstances were created for the author of this book to work as a secretary to the prince of poets, Ahmed Shawqi, and through his work he was able to get to know this great personality closely. He says: Every day I found him more sympathetic to me and more receptive to me than the day before. He even said to me on the day my father died. Consoling: "Aren't you satisfied with me being your father from today?" Thus, I was able to adhere to this rare personality as well as a rare companion. I used to meet my Lord every morning, and he would not leave me or me until an hour or two after midnight, especially in recent years. In following him, I was almost like his shadow, and he also made it possible for me to know his truth, what I came to feel is the right of every writer and polite person to know, and indeed it is the right of every human being to know him. Indeed, I have come to feel that it is a betrayal and a disobedience to both literature and truth to not broadcast everything that he said. I know him as the character "Ahmed Shawky Bey."
Yes, it is the right of every writer, and it is the right of every Arab, and it is the right of every human being to know how Ahmed Shawqi lived, because he was not just living for himself, but rather he was living for the Arabic-speaking millions.