About the novel: On the desktop
The novel's events revolve around the character "Khaled", an employee with a fragile personality who suffers from problems in proving himself and...
Fulfilling his ambition and hesitation about the nature of his desires, he works in an environment characterized by shifts and changes, some of which are positive, and
Others are negative and he is not good at dealing with them due to his nature and personality, and this is linked to changes that occurred in him
The nature of society recently and phenomena that have recently reared their heads, such as the phenomena of atheism and religious extremism, and also
He takes a bewildered attitude towards it, even though he admires a character who represents the middle position, and he is his manager, Falah
Always working, and in turn he is harassed because of his dedication to work and his fight against undesirable personalities
Except through formal development and forgetting what brings real progress and advancement to the work, away from mediation
And personal compliments.
It is a collection of articles including:
Your slumber and your jealousy are killing me. Your neglect and absence kill me. I am here between the magic of your fingertips before dawn opens his heart and eyes. Do you still remember my beloved, or have travels, the call of dawn, and beautiful women of chance stolen you? Am I still in you like a bird that happily pecked your palm and then flew away so that you would not see its hidden sadness? On this day, I woke up to the rose of my heart between your lips. I felt the lines of your face with a tremor of fear that I would ignite her fleeing life. I saw the pupils of your eyes only to read the distances, the textures, and the seas that you crossed with a closed heart, to land exactly where you were destined to amaze me before you stole me. I saw you at the threshold of fear telling me what was in your heart, before you withdrew: I fear that I will die and not be satisfied with the touch of silk in your soul, nor with the storms of a body that was stolen since the first resurrection, nor with the luminous language that childhood buried in her heart, and closed tightly for fear of getting lost and forgotten. I search for you without fear of me, and I do not know how a lover can be the victim of a dream that he stole while unaware of his grief
