At that particular moment, I have had the feeling, the sensation, that I was a small child, a boy of five years… and not about to be in my thirties. O! During these days of the past, the far past, my Mother wanted to distinguish me from the other small boys of the first public primary school opened in the City of the Brotherly Love. She made me put on, dress myself, outfits, costumes of modern fashion and style that were perfectly made by her highly talented hands, like the small boy’s sailor suit. Likewise, she made me put on my head a sort of a black cap that was only common in a neighbouring Arab country. The cap was called "Iraqyiah" or "Faisalyiah".

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