“Purity” It was a story of the first order. It was told on stories that I had heard or had not heard before,
but with it she took on a new garment every time. The good boy, the good west, and our mother; the ghoul; and blind wood; the dulled of what was dirty.
But even at six o’clock I knew for sure that they were just tales,

and if they ran  My mind, even if it swallowed me inside it, except the story of humor, it was different from them. It does not start with what was, and its facts took place in villages known by name and perhaps to people I heard about them. The call is beautiful, beautiful, and charming men sitting on the
shore of the canal in A dawn enveloped in fog or a dark night… She calls to her victim with a
singing voice, so she robs his will and walks to her, bewitched in absentia, to take his embrace
and pull him with her to the bottom of the canal… and sometimes to contemplate
tyranny in full view of his wife or his beloved.

About the Artist

Samir Fouad was born in Heliopolis, Cairo, in 1944 in an art-loving family

his father was an Islamic ornamentation artist, and his elder brother, who was a pilot in the Air Force, an amateur artist, and a violin- player.

He started practicing art at an early age and learned from his brother, they were both painting in watercolors and playing the violin. Although he wanted to pursue a career in Art he went instead, under pressure from his family, to the Faculty of Engineering, Cairo University, where he graduated with a B.Sc. in Communication Engineering in 1966.