I was extremist...
In the words of Dr. Waseem Youssef:
- Today I will speak about myself. Yes, I was petrified and extremist. Yes, the religious trend - sometimes - pulls you in so much that you want to distance yourself from your society. Change or understanding reality is not reprehensible. Indeed, understanding religion is something to be praised for. Petrification is reprehensible. To inherit Islam without explaining this is reprehensible. God Almighty wants rational people, and He addressed His servants and demonstrated Himself with reason.. And He made the signs, including the sun and the moon, evidence of His existence.. God Almighty wants you to look at religion through the lens of reason.
O youth of the nation... I present to you the essence of my life and what happened to me... Read it impartially, and cleanse your hearts and minds from the impurities of extremism, fossilization and extremism. I advise every young man and every man who faces psychological conflicts based on extremism and extremism.
......Read and I will meet you at the end of the book..!!
It is a strange memory, the memory of a child whose grandmother brought her to her home on the island of Majorca, due to the death of her mother, the illness of her nanny, and her father’s busyness. The war surprised her one holiday when she was fourteen. She accurately records in her memory everything she sees, including trees, rocks, sea, air, lights, colors, events, and the echoes of war far and near at the same time, and cowardice, betrayal, and treachery. She records feelings of hatred, revenge, fear, and love, her first love that is devoid of lust due to the absence of instinct. When she becomes a woman, and she is still playing with dolls, her doll is Black Gorogo, the chimney sweep that she brought from afar, from one of Andersen’s stories. So the times mix with each other, and the present moment calls for the near and distant past moment, and the latter may be longer than the first moment because it took its place in the memory and settled, and therefore parentheses, doubles, and abundant details abound without making one feel bored. Because all of this is written in a sublime language and in the style of a first-class writer: Anna Maria Matute.
The novel “The First Memory” won the Nadal Prize in 1959, which is one of the most prestigious and prestigious literary awards in Spain.
