Stories that begin, develop, become complicated, and are interrupted before they resume again. Their heroines: Siranah, Selti, Salma, Khansi, Aishana, women whose paths and destinies intersected in that charming region of northeastern Syria, with which the “Berlin-Baghdad Railway” tampered with and the destinies of its residents. .
From the plains of Mardin, the cities of Amuda and Ras al-Ain, and the villages of Shorik, Kondak, and Tal Halaf, these women whisper secrets in their low, intermittent voices filled with fear and illness. But their stories and songs go beyond their bodies’ struggle with tuberculosis, to immortalize the struggles of the Yazidis, Syriacs, and Armenians with oppression, massacres, and eternal alienation.
In Women of Tuberculosis, Reber Youssef, with his poetic language and his special sensitivity, explores the northeastern region of Syria, including its diversity: ethnic, religious, and racial, relying on in-depth historical, geographical, and anthropological research into what people live in that part of the earth, but he... Through his work, he creates a curiosity to explore history once again, after the northeast of the country now has the face of a woman.
I started writing this novel, and the novel began to write me in lines. I may not be the one who came in this novel, and the novel may have come from outside the boundaries of contemporary times, but in reality it came and depicted people and events, and its events unfolded in a manner other than what I wanted to write about. These events may have occurred in a certain period of time, and in a certain village, and I may not have seen such hurricanes, but they are real. They may occur in a certain time and space, or rather they are a contemporary event, but in another way, they wear a garment that is compatible with the structure of the era in which we live. In it, we are in a time in which there are multiple reasons and technical methods, and in which models of human studies differ from day to day with the aim of achieving human goals and achieving his many different goals. All of this happens, and it happens at every time and place, as long as a person remains, and his limitless whims and ambitions grow, and it also happens in moments of departure from the conscious self and immersion in the mire of rampant animalism.
There will be night, there will be an earthquake, there will be a hurricane, and there will be death, despite the floodlights, the bright rays of light, and the modern speakers and lights.
The “human animal” emerges brandishing the sword of destruction, riding the horse of fire at the hour of the conscious self emerging from itself and being separated from the origin of formation, so the human being will be as it was at the beginning of its formation, instinct will be the essence of this formation, and deterioration will be the diameter of this being.
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