Diwan Istabraq
It is my second poetry collection, containing 27 diverse poems
Texts that mimic feelings and play on the string of emotion.
The song is rich in nostalgia and passionate in conversation. I hope it will be accepted by people of good taste.
Retired teacher Pius Fernandez receives from one of his students an old notebook found in the back room of a shop in East Africa. It turns out to be the diary of a British officer who lived seven decades ago in the small town of Kikono. The diary captivates the teacher, and he tries to recreate the world in it, and breathe life into the souls trapped there, discovering a dark, burning secret, the secret of a simple man named “Pippa” whose life, after his marriage to “Mariamo,” became painfully linked to the life of the English officer. As Fernandez follows the diary's trail, he himself eventually becomes one of the tales of the Book of Secrets.
In this novel, which won the Giller Prize in its first edition, in 1994, Vasanji writes an influential work rich in questions, about a very rich and complex world, vibrant with colorful images, against the backdrop of great historical changes.
lost:
She felt pain as she felt that emotional emptiness, but she did not know the way to escape from her hell yet. When she married her cousin Hassan, hatred and spite pushed her into the arms of her neighbors’ son, Nader. That day, she felt feelings of revenge and revenge for her dignity, but she searched in the new marital home for salvation from... Deadly isolation, she slowly pursues her approach to trap her manager, Dr. Sami. At first, she was thinking about career advancement, but now she seems unconcerned about it. All she dreams of is the chest of a man upon which she lays her tired head, a man who awakens feelings of femininity in her. She has changed a lot with time. She looked closely in the mirror, which brought her back to her reality, as if she had just stepped out of a movie. She began observing those wrinkles that began to appear on her forehead and neck. She smiled sarcastically, before tears rolled down her cheeks and she shouted loudly, “I am nothing, I am useless, I am lost.” Lost.
