This is my first collection that I published when I was 22 years old. It contains 40 of my early poems. Dedication: To my dear father, from whom I have learnt a lot, may god protect him and to my dear warmhearted mother and to my beloved brothers and sisters, may god bless them all.

"Facing the mirror" is a meditative collection of 30 poems about human beings, body and soul. It also covers the philosophy of art as well as the suffering of artists and their joy in art. Dedication: To my teacher, my mentor, my friend

This collection consists of eight poems, the longest of which is "A toast to the homeland", which portrays a drunk Arab, and the more he drinks, the more desperate and daring he becomes, thus he crosses all the "red lines". The poem is like a round of 20 drinks, each drink is a few lines of poetry linked to the part before it and the part after it. The poem was inspired by the downfall of Baghdad.

This collection consists of a number of poems that reflect the poet's vision of the phase through which Egypt and the Arab nation are currently going. This phase is considered a rise of the Arab citizen who started to refuse totalitarian regimes that have been governing him for more than half a century. Dedication: To all those who wan to say "NO" And to all those who don’t want to hear it! Abdel

Dedication: To all my readers, who have showered me with their love through thousands of letters: I hope to fulfill your expectations. Abdul rahman yusuf Cairo 18/3/2006

Dedication: To his eminence Said Hassan Nasrallah Secretary General, Hizbollah I pray to god who protected him from the Zionist missiles, to protect him from the "Arab missiles" as well! Abdel rahman yusuf 26 / 10 / 2006

“Hoznon Mortajal” (Improvised Sorrow) A poetic collection where the poet improvises his private sorrows that abstract the general sorrows… It addresses issues of governance and politics with the logic of the simple citizen not of politicians… As for satire of rulers… this comes in the context of the grumbling and complaint of the ordinary citizen not in a separate context… The poems of