Could it be possible for a historical novel of this immense magnitude to discuss some groups of humans, the events and situations they lived through in the Mamluk era, and their upbringing during this time, all through the symbols and phrases we use every day and every time? It seems as if the narrator weaves for us a dictionary in a simple,
The cemetery caretaker opened the door. The smell of death almost drove them back to the café again, for the dead have their dignity, and it was nighttime. Yet, Khalf's stubbornness and his insistence to continue the jesting turned it serious and their gathering: utterly harmonious and enjoyable, just like every day in the
As my goal in this glimpse is to address Arab youth, who are beginning to place their feet in the land of knowledge and draw their strength from their great civilization, my aim is also to address non-Arab foreign audiences so they can learn something new about our Arab literature through translating the articles into their English and
To enter my house
Means... to forget what's outside your heart
To forget all the streets of your sorrow
To enter the room of my soul
To walk until you reach the balcony
On the balcony...
A bird and a horse...
And affectionate suns
And fragrant air harmonizing with sweet basil
Fig trees...
Dreams of apricots
Why is life upset?
Or are we upset with it?
Am I the one not content?
Or has joy been absent for years?
I am the one who lost his way on the road,
And returned after being lost,
Full of moans.
Pain complained about me,
And the complaint revolved around the bewildered ones.
In the mirror, I see an image,
And its
