Love was true

Mai Ziada loved Gibran Khalil Gibran to the point of madness

More than twenty years, and they exchanged letters without ever meeting

Twenty years he is in New York, and she is in Cairo, weaving the most beautiful love story.

And when Gibran Khalil Gibran asked her for a picture

She said to him: Imagine how I am...

He said to her: I imagine your short hair covering your face.

So Mai went to cut her long hair and took the picture, and sent it to him

He said to her: Do you see that my imagination was true?

She told him, "Love was true."

After the death of Gibran Khalil Gibran, May went crazy and entered a psychiatric hospital.

Where she remained there, suffering from her illness until she died.