This video was shot either by my father or myself sometime in the early 60s, and is a tribute to my brother, Karim. He died in a New York City hospital in 1989. I was the last member of the family to speak to him. His nickname was Kimo, given to him by his Aunt Laila. The woman in the video is his mother, Mary. This past weekend, upon my return from a two-month trip to Egypt, we went to the cemetery in the Bronx where he rests in eternity with my father. I laid down two red roses, and they were very beautiful. My mother sat on a bench, behind me, in tears. Twenty nine is too young to die, she said. Rest in peace, little brother. I shall never forget you.
