اذا لم تجد ما تبحث عنه يمكنك استخدام كلمات أكثر دقة.
It is simply memories of a beautiful era that has passed and will never return. I feared that oblivion would erase them and that they would vanish into the dust of what once was. It is the history that history neglected, relying solely on my memory. Events I witnessed myself and stories I heard from and about the people closest to me. They are all true stories—unless memory has failed me.
This is the period of the 1940s and 1950s, when Egypt was beautiful and everything in it was beautiful. It was an era of beauty from which nothing remains except its fragrant memory.