My father Shawqi

Shawqi, who loved his children as he loved them, deserved to be shown the same way they had treated him alive and dead. To this day, they are still tracking every trace of him, whether subtle or significant. Near or far, they devoted themselves to printing his collections and prose writings and did not neglect a single aspect of his literature, even in the early days of his youth...
One of the most beautiful signs of this righteousness is this precious book in which his son Hussein depicted the stages of his upbringing under the shadow of his great father, the tenderness, mercy, and care he received, and the pampering, kindness, and care he was raised in since his family left the old house in the Hanafi script and moved to the house that was famous for Karma Ibn Hani in Matareya, then to the edifice built in his spacious garden on the Nile in Giza.