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
Its intellectual value. Russell was committed throughout his life to working to change the world in which he lived, and to addressing the public in a clear, rational manner. This is one of the intellectual virtues of philosophy: explaining, clarifying, simplifying, and opening the way for everyone to participate in the process of changing the world. The articles revolve around three axes: First, freedom: Throughout his life, Russell defended freedom of expression in the face of extreme religious and nationalist beliefs. His battle was to defend freedom of expression regardless of the oppressive force. This basic principle was one of the focuses of his thinking about politics and ethics. Secondly, religion: Russell criticized the Bolsheviks’ suppression of believers, and he also criticized the religious people’s suppression of atheists. His position on religion stems from a principled commitment to freedom of expression and faith. Third, rationalism and philosophy: Russell defended rationalism throughout his life, and refused to believe in any issue or opinion that was not supported by evidence in a clear, rational manner. On the other hand, mainly following Hume, Russell holds that reason has limits, and that the rationalist position also requires that we accept that our understanding of the world is limited by the limits of reason
If the novel is an imaginative inspiration for events that actually occurred, and the diary is the actual documentation of its writer’s vision and view of the events as he experienced them, then the text of “An Incomplete Piece of the Damascus Sky” goes further than a marriage, but rather is closer to the dissolution of the arts into each other’s details. Poetry and prose, a fictional novel or the diary of a living being, details for each person and a generalization that does not concern anyone. Crying is like loud laughter, at a sentence that surprises you despite the expected context, but that exceeds every possibility proposed by your imagination.
* Ahmed M. Jaber - Al-Arab newspaper, London
There was a tree on the river bank, a coconut tree. Siddhartha leaned over her, wrapped his arm around her torso and then looked at the greenish water flowing beneath him. He looked down and was filled with the desire to lower himself into the water. The terrible emptiness in the water reflected a terrifying emptiness in his soul. Yes. He was at his end. There was nothing left but to remove himself. This was the work he longed to do, to destroy the formula he hated! May the fish devour this heart of Siddhartha, this imbecile, this corrupt and worn-out body, this dull, consuming soul! May the fish and crocodiles devour him and the demons tear him apart.
With convulsive features, he stared at the water and saw his face and spat on it. He moved his arms away from the tree trunk and turned slightly, hoping to fall on his head and dive. With his eyes closed, he leaned toward death.
What happens when we die? Is there a second life after death? Why does everyone talk in their dying moments about a tunnel of light at the end?
Can insects read? What does a Tibetan monk do in a high school? Was Newton just a mathematician? How do we save the world?
And most important of all, does she reciprocate his admiration?
Many important questions that need to be answered, and who is more capable of doing that than a high school student who believes that he is the best musician in the world, and with a little help from his coffee-loving grandfather (even if he is dead... a little).
A collection of poetry by poet Adel Mahmoud from the atmosphere of war in Syria.
“To the Syrian heart
who makes love,
After all this hatred, it's possible."
