Kabanjara..... Now... after I presented the important moments that I experienced, which made me a stranger in the heart of my beloved country, a stranger in its thoughts and feelings For his loyalty, I thank God who enabled me to regain my strength to gather what was left of that citizen who grew up on the land of a homeland that did not deprive him of anything. My loyalty to my homeland will not be complete without clarifying some of the facts of the Brotherhood organization, so that its false masks fall between the covers of this book. Writer ...
أنا خطيئتُكَ التي لن تُغتفر، وأنا الذنب الذي بينكَ وبين دعواتكَ التي لن تُستجاب. سأظلُ أدعو عليكَ بصلواتي الخمس، وفي كلِّ سجدة، سأطلبُ من عظمته التي يهتزُ لها الكون
Mario Rota, a professor of linguistics, falls while doing his usual morning exercise, spraining his ankle. When he returns to his apartment, the landlord introduces him to the new tenant, Daniel Berkwix, who will live next door to him.
Starting from that moment, everything will change in his life, as the new tenant is his colleague not only in housing, but also at work, and threatens his existence and status. Things will get worse when he visits him in his apartment, and discovers that it is a mirror copy of his apartment itself, with its contents and arrangement.
In the novel “The Tenant,” Javier Cercas writes in a graceful and enjoyable narrative, a breathtaking story that we have no choice but to follow page after page to find out the fate of its hero, and how he will face his new circumstances, while everyone warns him after he checks on his ankle: “The stupidest things can get complicated.” Life sometimes."
Manifestations of Mohammed bin Rashid
Horses are in the character of Mohammed bin Rashid, the alphabet of language, and the dialectic of primary longings. They are the moment of brilliance in the race, in the context, and in the eternal view. They are a horse in the poetry of the poem, they are the cooing on the dewy branches, they are the curls at noon. We approach the youth of horses and the blink of a poem, and the brilliance awes us, and our ancient history, butterflies spread their sheets on the horseback with the chivalry of the nobles, and the youth of the nobles. We approach, while we are in the field, a feeling, a sky, studded with the verses of the Transfiguration and the spirit of the pure, we approach the horses of Muhammad bin Rashid, as if we are reading a poem by the most famous stallions. Poets, we approach a wild flower embraced by longing in a reddish soil. We approach the horses of Mohammed bin Rashid, as if we are following the steps of a language full of song. We approach the horses of Mohammed bin Rashid as if we are stepping into space. We approach the horses of Mohammed bin Rashid, as if we are drawing a picture of a star dancing in the sky. Heaven, we approach the horses of Mohammed bin Rashid, as if we are reciting the story of light in the imagination of the pious. We approach the horses of Mohammed bin Rashid, as if we are walking on a carpet of water. We approach the horses of Mohammed bin Rashid, as if we are flying with wings whose feathers are made of beautiful braids. We approach the horses of Muhammad. Bin Rashid, as if we were kissing the lip of the air. We were approaching the horses of Mohammed bin Rashid, as if we were hugging a rose on the equator. We were approaching the horses of Mohammed bin Rashid, as if we were lining up the letters of a poem in the style of Haifa. We were approaching the horses of Mohammed bin Rashid, as if we were crossing a river whose birds were in the same pattern. Eternity, we approach the horses of Mohammed bin Rashid, as if we were in the presence of Greek philosophies, we approach the horses of Mohammed bin Rashid, as if we were in the original, and in the chapter, the secret in the seismic leap controversy, we approach the horses of Mohammed bin Rashid, as if we were in the Houma and Jaljaliyya, approaching the horses of Mohammed Bin Rashid, as if we were in the hermitage of brilliance and oriental gumption. We approached the horses of Mohammed bin Rashid as if we were in the cloud’s sheath and the generous miniatures of abundance. We approached the horses of Mohammed bin Rashid as if we were in the heart of the cloud, rich in dust.
