Most of those who died did not die of hunger but of hatred. Feeling hatred diminishes you. It eats at your from within and attacks the immune system. When you have hatred inside you, it always crushes you in the end.

I am a guest of the French language. My poems in French are born of my interaction with the French language, which is not the same as that of a French poet.

Egypt has suffered more ordeals than the other countries to get where it is.

I read a poem every night, as others read a prayer.

We do not have many intellectuals who can speak out for us internationally. We have no writers who are recognized, respected and loved outside the Arab world.

We must have our say, not through violence, aggression or fear. We must speak out calmly and forcefully. We shall only be able to enter the new world era if we agree to engage in dialogue with the other side.

I am a Moroccan writer of French expression.