Short Story I'anah Mahfouz
( Students at a boarding school in the Holy )
I'm glad , now I 've found who the real me , thanks to my brother ; Aghni .
I remembered eight years ago , when Aghni , my brother , is still in high school . Mother often tells the story of the proud children . Not infrequently , until the mother 's eyes filled with tears as she spoke , and even shed tears .
