من يوم ما وصلني الجواب بتاعها (كانت بتقولي إنهم مش هيسمحولها تيجي تاني عشان هي مش مراتي)، من اليوم ده، حسيت إن زنزانتي هي بيتي وإن حياتي وقفت جواها. 
From the day when I got her letter telling me they wouldn't let her come to see me any more, because she wasn't my wife — it was from that day that I realized that this cell was my last home, a dead end, so to speak. 