Gamal Abdel Nasser's secret letters

Here he walks on the throne of the immortal Nile, the hearts of the masses. He sees the beauty of his fingers splitting the mountain, and the water pouring down, and from the narrow alley and the small vendors he flies in the air near the clouds, grabbing the roots of the river and diverting them from the rocks of algae, bringing them close to the homes of the fishermen, servants and migrant worke...