In her collection “The Lover of Nothing,” which is a renewed edition of her collection “My Heart is Half a Shining Moon,” Latifa Al-Hajj travels the reader once again to the places she visited in Turkey, the country that fascinated her from the first visit and in which she experienced different feelings. She writes to us from the air about a close meeting and an awaited dream, and in front of a running waterfall, she describes the joy of nature around her, and the joy that overwhelms her in its depths.
She describes sleep escaping from her eyes in the evening, and the sun yawning on the bed of the sky in the morning, about love and the moon, near which a blue butterfly resided, and in her easy, delicate language, she describes to us her longing, longing, and waiting for love and the beloved.
From the group's texts:
My heart is a bright half-moon / Poetry writes itself in my heart / Dervishes are not looking for relaxation / Your last selfie / Take me back to the child / To you I will fly / What joy / Greetings from the waterfall / Dark dreams / Far away as a star / Everything is beautiful, everything is happy / The soft criminal He sings in Yalova
The chain of expression formation takes shape in the writer’s imagination, and emerges in the form of an interconnected fabric.
It reveals to us the ability of its writer to express...and expression is an art that only those who are able to convey to us what he expressed are good at.
The image (a snapshot) was not made fleeting by the camera... because it stopped its movement to preserve it in all its beauty and splendor...
Therefore, the image was a tool of expression other than the word... and between the word and the image (a snapshot) that the photographer took
With his artistic sense, he conveys it from his angle through his lens...and the writer documents it to convey its image in his letters...
There are many pictures that we have memorized from the angle of their photographer.. and many are the sentences whose reality we imagine
From the writer's letters... and between the word and the image was the soul of this book... which breathes through the lungs of the word and the image
In order for the spirit of expression to remain alive, stop at beauty and inhale its fragrance through its expression..
My dreams are forgotten:
Scattered thoughts running through my mind, touching what's inside me,
I narrate it for you and for him, write it in simple words so that it reaches your heart, in a sunset hour when feelings are silent...
“My Forgotten Dreams” began at the age of fifteen. The little girl began to express her feelings and dreams in letters until she matured and changed into a dream, and her literary texts began to touch human concerns.
Al-Dafina talks about human topics such as love, hope, betrayal, alienation, and neglect. For the sake of this dreamy girl and this mature woman, I present to you a summary of my feelings and dreams.
