Zarb Al-Dabsh...
The Emirati writer, Juma Al-Laim, takes us to the world of Emirati heritage, in his novel recently published by Madad Printing and Publishing House, where he takes us between his lines to the old Furjan of Sharjah, in a narrative attempt to restore some of the images that are filled in the Emirati popular memory, about the period that witnessed the beginnings of transformation. Change and reform, and the period after the establishment of the United Arab Emirates, which embodied the aspirations of the people of the Emirates for a dear and civilized homeland.
In his novel, the writer focuses on the main hero in it, who is Abdul Rahman, and some of the contradictions and challenges that he experienced, like other young men at that stage, dealing in an interesting narrative style with social issues, such as the negatives that were prevalent in dealing with women, in terms of giving them the right to education, and obtaining... Its rights, many of which it was able to achieve, most notably education under the Union State.
It also brilliantly depicts the lifestyle that characterizes Emirati society, and the values and moral principles on which the people of the Emirates grew up, through the dialogues of the novel’s heroes, which embodied the image and features of that important stage in the history of the Emirates.
In his novel, the writer deliberately used the names that existed in that beautiful time, such as Zarb Al-Dabash, Al-Farij, Al-Mrayhana, Al-Saray, and other names that take us back to that beautiful time, full of kindness and simplicity, especially that intimacy and social solidarity that seems prominent in the novel. The lines of the novel, which are deservedly considered an evocation of the past in a brilliant narrative style, in which the writer depicts in words the details of social life, in the Emirates, and in Sharjah in particular.
تحكي الرواية عن قصة حب تقع بين فتاة تعرضت لحادث وصراعها النفسي، وشابٍ غيَّر فيها الكثير لكن ومع الأسف كعادة الشعوب العربية لا تكتمل! للأسف الرواية بلا حبكة
Adam rubs his old rust with the blade of a knife. He scratches the space with tremendous instinctive force. After a period of time has passed since the absence of a second person, the open space has become grayer, and different from what Adam imagined. Here he walks alone, but the old noise still haunts him. A mythical being lives under his skin, making him rub his hands and rub them. His eyelids, he wants to see the light hitting the body of the night with the blade of the knife, and the knife does not seem bold when faced with the thickness of the bohemian bellows that strikes it.
Adam declares, the wires extending from under the neck to the edge of the shoulder are swollen, his face appears congested with blood and the red color invades his place. Adam is now thinking about the crow that hovers around his head, crowing with a sound like the horn of an old freight vehicle. He had previously been told that seeing a crow in the belly of the sky is an omen. It was ominous, so his senses trembled and he turned to the notebooks of the past, and questions abounded in his head.
