The book talks about Dubai... the city of dreams, the city of beauty and its founder, Sheikh: Mohammed bin Rashid Ali Maktoum, and we quote from it...
Tamer of life's riders, spoiler of horse cravings
With the wisdom of the desert, I enriched the lush horses and took care to name them until they appeared in time as a legend that walked on the lashes of sand with ease, and went slowly to ascend to glory with every effort. Under its spikes, the earth moved, and I was rewarded for its command, patience, secret, and effort. And you were the knight who was the appropriate guardian of the dreams of the wise and the pens of the nobles, and you, sir, were like your impeccable poem, taming the great horses and passing on longings for ages.
Ammuna Al-Shatoura:
This story is one of a series of stories and letters by the author. It is an educational story that is sufficient to make the child’s imagination fertile and help him think, deduce, and analyze. It is accompanied by a set of exercises that help expand the child’s understanding.
My childhood was a bit strange, and I believe that I was suffering from a type of autism, and the disease was not known at that time in our simple environment and surroundings, as I did not speak to anyone at that time, not because I was unable, but because I did not want to, and I believed that I was a bird and not a human being. .
Joan Tatar's memory falters on scenes that Syrians experienced in the laboratory of their torment. It is the slow Syrian time that brings and brings with it in Tatar’s diary the various elements of the experience: starting from the market, to the soldier, to being discharged from it, in a biography that contradicts time, from symbolic death to symbolic birth, in a country that resembles a long dormitory crowded with people. Throughout this cycle of Syrian life, murmurs and stinks are present. Life, as Joan Teter portrays it in this book, is an experiment with low sounds that end in final silence. An experiment with the depths of fear. Is it deeper than we imagined? Is it possible to escape from the fear that has become part of water, and from thirst, part of glut, and part of hunger? Many opposites meet on that distant horizon that made the Syrian dough in the soldier’s laboratory. Were they prisoners or soldiers? Are they condemned or heroes? Everything is equal, all values are equal in that horizon which is the space of Syria, the space of fear and pleas for freedom.
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