“It is Zykola, the land of the mad.” This is how Khaled told himself, after he came out of this basement that he almost died inside and found himself in this place, as if time had moved with him and Khaled walked another distance and his fatigue increased after the sun became vertical until Khaled was able to ride a chariot The cart did not travel on its way to Zikola and there he saw Khaled as if he was probing in the city of dreams looking at the faces of the people and their different expressions, how will Khaled coexist with these people in the land of Zikola and how will he return again to his homeland.

They say: Love is blind.. He says: ((I was blinded when I fell in love)).. But what does he do? Here he fell in love and what happened happened, and here he sits every day in his room to write again.

((I am Khaled Hosny, twenty-eight years old, a graduate of the Faculty of Commerce in Cairo, six years ago. My country is called Al-Bhofrik)), affiliated with the Dakahlia Governorate, and today he refused to marry my girlfriend for the eighth time and for the same reason.
Then he looked at the wall and hung the paper next to him. Seven other papers seemed to have been hung at earlier times.