Like a serene scene trapped inside a crystal ball in an eternal moment of peace, the Syrian city of Homs appeared, calm and full of secret dreams.
It is crossed by a curious river that tries to rebel a little and break the dull, monotonous crystal, and it is called the Orontes.
Then the war came and the city was fragmented, and the butterflies flew with their dreams into the flames.
Every day of war passes, bringing with it dozens of stories worth telling. This novel takes us around the city, to learn more stories about it and its residents, a city that has become full of stories.
The story of a final basil seedling where Father France parked his old bike before he was killed. And the stories of library owners that were stolen.
A kiss from a friend that he printed on the glasses of (Wael Qastoun) after he wiped the bloody dirt from them
The mystery of the lover who covered the walls of the gloomy cemetery in Bouha (Lulu, I love you).
A sad hand under the rubble of a house that no longer exists.
There is no fair narrative in times of war, but the language remains an apology to the city
The events of the play in our hands take place in the sixties of the last century in London, during a period of great social changes. The theme of the play is the cultural and civilizational poverty and great frustration experienced by an entire generation of young people living on social aid.
In “Rescued,” Bond appears to enjoy exhausting our senses by torturing an infant - in a public park - whose mother had left him with his father. What is most horrific is that the alleged father joins his companions in practicing this violence against the infant, to the point of death, without a clear reason. But the critics who defended Bond - and they are few - realized that when he presents a scene like this, he presents it to condemn that political, social, moral and economic vacuum through what T. s. Eliot calls art the “objective equivalent.”
Years have passed since his absence, and Mamdouh Adwan had more. But death was no longer with him.
What has not been published before. We collect it today in this book.
Mamdouh Adwan left a file on his computer containing completed poems that he had prepared for publication, and other poems that he called incomplete poems.
Mamdouh did not give a title to the file. But he left it under the name (A Poet's Job).
(A Leap in the Air) is the title of a book that Mamdouh Adwan had prepared for publication.
But death forced him to complete this collection. Therefore, we at Dar Mamdouh Adwan decided to collect the poems that he wanted to publish and add to them some of the missing poems. Let us present to the reader some of his completed poems that have not been published, and other poems that he did not complete, but are open to the possibility of completion.
“History pushes us to questions about its course, which we answer sometimes, and many times confusion remains a prisoner of souls and chance, until awakening comes to strike our consciences through one of those honest creations that refresh memory, such as the letter that Fernando Arrabal addressed in 1971 to General Francisco Franco (President of Spain 1939- 1975) to argue with him about the great Spanish Civil War - as some Spaniards described it - and then about the regime imposed by the general after the war. It is a cry for freedom and a spontaneous testimony from within the fence that shackled Spain in the furnace of war, turmoil, and dictatorship. The message was spread without interruption in France, Spain, and Argentina in
Many publications, the last of which was published in 2011. Sincere satire, pain and heartbreak over a lost homeland, eternal exile, in addition to the life of the writer Fernando Arrabal, which is full of creative productions in theatre, cinema, literature, poetry, chess, etc. All of this makes this book a journey to learn - perhaps - about... “The Condition of Spain in the Age of Grievous Mourning.”
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