A novel that revolves around the issue of love at a later age and the writer's attempt to prove that there is no love or heart for a certain age in order to adore him.
He talks about the widow who deceased her life next to her husband and stopped life and was greeted with sadness after his death, but at the same time pretending to be strong and coherent, until the heart beats again at the hands of an old love that she did not know about.


The "story" events revolve around whether love has an age when it stops? Heart dies with the emergence of autumn? But my teacher, Anis Mansour, believes that the heart does not have a specific age that stops him from love ... Happiness does not depend only on the decision of its owner .. But what I liked about that short nouvelle was that the writer wore it as a dress of realism and that this was in the confusion of the heroine and her hesitation and reflection on people's words. And then he replies, saying: We are the ones who are used to putting them in our testicles !! This is true. People are not here when we suffer, nor when we are tormented, nor in our wounds or confusion, so why do we expect their mercy !! Take their opinion, but if you intend, trust in God

Easy, smooth, but slang language. And frankly, a beautiful slang that does not depart and nothing alienates it from the best of what I read in the writings in the colloquial language. I felt that I was reading a story written by Professor of Humanity Abdel Wahab Mutawa ... I liked the review that was on the back of the book !! And my professor admitted: The heart never beats.