The book will take you on a journey to travel through different stages of life that most of us have experienced, such as the work environment, the impact of social networking sites on our private and professional lives, as well as some topics related to the Fourth Industrial Revolution. With the addition of some of my own touches that mimic my point of view and convictions, to be the captain of this short, enjoyable journey. Similar to the saying: (The world is a book, whoever does not travel through it sees only one page), I say:
The book is a world of ideas, and whoever does not read it does not think.
“Sarrah” is an immigrant in Sweden. Since the start of the war in her country, she has been unable to write. She seeks to seize the key to freedom of expression, but she faces locks. She works with an autistic child, whose father, Gibran, works in a library and fights discrimination, but he still finds himself in dark basements.
“Gibran” longs for “Sarrah,” and she longs for writing, remembering her days in Hama, and her ambition to find peace.
In this novel, Manhal Al-Sarraj tells us, in a different style of narration and writing, the story of Syrian immigrants in Sweden, their circumstances, and the fragmentation of their relationships, and quietly scatters reflections on existence, life, trust, love, and peace.
Why poetry now?!
We live in an age of betrayals, conspiracies, and assassinations. We pant through twenty-four crowded, deadly hours in a frame of extended, neglected time that does not give any importance to our entire lives. We live in vortexes, labyrinths, and alienation. We live in oppression, fear, and hunger. So why poetry now?!
Who has time for poetry? Who has time to write poetry?! Who has time to receive poetry?!
Poetry riots against betrayal, conspiracy, and murder, or it riots against triviality, superficiality, and sorcery. If poetry does not say: “No” in a blatant, loud, and hurtful way, then it does not accept to say: “Yes,” even by cutting off its head.
It's that great positive thing. It is what confirms to us that we cry because we are not yet accustomed to humiliation and have not accepted it, that we bleed because we have not died, and that we are angry because we have not adapted to injustice. It alerts us to what we have almost forgotten, and reminds us that we are human, and that we are bigger and greater than our daily lives.
we are human beings. We must always remember this, and poetry must always remind us of this.
We are greater than profit and loss, greater than acceptance and surrender, or malice and evasion.
So poetry is necessary.
Therefore, a poet is necessary.
