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تدور احداث الرواية عن مجموعة كبيرة من الاصدقاء تعرفوا على بعضهم عن طريق وسائل التواصل وفي يوم قرر خالد جمعهم في قصره ليتحدث معهم في مشروع يقربهم من بعضهم بعد ان بدء كل واحد الانشغال في حياته ولكن هل ستنتهي الامور على خير ام ستنتهي هذه الصداقة ؟
This novel will surprise you a little.
After you finish reading it, you will not be able to tell it.
The writer is from Cameroon, and the event is simple. It takes place in the apartheid society controlled by the whites: The village residents wake up to news from the military ruler stating that the “great leader of the whites” will come from Paris to award old Mika a medal. In appreciation for his efforts and sacrifices, he is the one who lost his two sons who fought with the French army, and donated his land to the new church. Like the residents of his village, Mika feels great as a result of this appreciation, but he soon realizes that he is not strong, but rather a weak, oppressed old man in a weak, oppressed society. A battle in which he is defeated without his opponent appearing in the ring.
The old man and the people of his village are trying to cling to what remains in the memory about themselves, their customs, their methods of expression, their reactions, and their struggle for justice, but they realize on a daily basis: ((The whites have left nothing for us)).
Ferdinand Oyono does not interfere, as if he is sitting among them, doing what they do, so you do not know his direct position on what is going on, and he also drags you to sit with them and participate with them. It does not only aim to introduce you to the problem that people are experiencing, but also to the creative expression methods of these people.
From India's diary:
Every stage of a person’s life is beautiful if the person accepts it with its different circumstances. Some of its details remain engraved in the mind, both sweet and bitter, over the years.
Adolescence was one of the most critical stages I went through. At that time, I did not understand how everyone was dealing with me. Was I still a little girl with adult topics forbidden from me, or an older girl who had entered the world of thinkers and responsibilities?
Hind, here, is a face that reflects the aspects of life of many teenage girls in Gulf society and what ramifies this life related to relatives, friends, or other social relationships.
Having gone through adolescence one day, I can say to Hind: There must be hope that you always search for and wait for, despite all the storms you will face in your life and the stumbles in your steps. Know that hope is an inner peace that makes you smile despite the pain.
The four of us lived in a rather narrow room, with a roof that served as a filter in the winter for the rainwater received by the carefully distributed bowls and utensils. It was rented to us by an obese widow in her forties. She was a cold woman with a sharp tongue, but she did not increase the price of our rent, fortunately for us. ..
Then the fire came and consumed everything.
The objects... the rooms... the building... and even the fat Mrs. Afaf, who has a foul-mouthed tongue!
We were looking at the scene with sad faces. The firefighters, with their old equipment and their late arrival, were unable to save anything, and no one moved to help the miserable widow due to the ferocity of the fire that occurred through her negligence, as we learned later.
We gathered in the café at a small circular table to think about a solution to the problem we found ourselves in.
- “We leave...”
Siwar said it after a deafening silence, then Kahf nodded his head in support and said with a smile:
- There is no escape, there is no other solution.
While (Herbak) remained silent as usual, so I did the same. I trusted their opinion and considered him to be the decisive factor. He did not trust his personal judgments much when we were together, so his opinion was my opinion..
