The novel deals with the story of a young Saudi man who lives in emotional contradictions, and rediscovers his philosophy about love and the opposite sex, in the context of his psychological traumas that he has carried since childhood.
Writing a novel was like planting a field of opium, drugging me indefinitely. A lot of words shocked me, so that the soul would return to its reassuring cycle for several years, before other words would accumulate, narrowing the paths and paths, and attempts to avoid and deny, and the usual random weeds would grow on the heart again, and I would have a painful awakening when the effect of the previous novel ends.** *
The novelist tried to touch some of the taboos that count for the novel and the novelist in the end. Alia Mamdouh, Iraqi novelist.
Pages: 288
