Searching for a wife:
Hello Al-Saa.. I would like to introduce myself to you.. I am Hamid bin Ali, (I know what you say and yes) and there is no need to tell you my last name (I know it is important).. I am now thirty years old and turning thirty-one, graduated from the American University and specialized in sciences. Politics and I also studied information technology.. You say where politics is about information technology.. But I come to love both specializations?.. Two specializations.. Not good, but I have the opportunity to work in both specializations.. I am a self-made person and I do not have youthful affairs or useless evening parties.. I pray my obligatory prayers, praise be to God.. I fast voluntarily on a day, may God help me.. and I like to read the Book of God on a daily basis after the dawn prayer.. I am the second child in the family, and next to me are my three sisters, Noura, Hamda, and Salama.. I was looking for a wife according to my personal specifications, and I told my mother, of course. And the search journey began (my mother's Google was working)... Let me tell you the stories I encountered during this journey..
Are you ready? (Oh God, we put our trust in God..)
After trying my previous book, “In Defense of Insanity,” it occurred to me to do it again. The issue, in brief, is that I select from things that I have previously published in periodicals or introductions to books, what I consider to be valid beyond their time.
This book is not a continuation of the previous book, but rather a continuation of it.
It contains Lee's opinions on art, culture, journalism, women (and some politics). The question that confronted me in my first book confronts me now: What do these articles have in common?
The answer is as naive as I answered earlier: What unites these articles is that I wrote them.
The opinions here are my own, which may mean nothing to some of them, and may not mean anything to others. But it was important to me, myself, to say these opinions, and to record them, and among them was a farewell to figures like Assi Rahbani and Al-Dhahirah Rahbani, and even a farewell to a number of friends who had passed away, and who had passed through my life only briefly. Perhaps some bitterness still exists here as well. Upon reviewing the articles, I discovered that I was insisting once again on the losses that had befallen our lives. These are losses greater than military or political defeats. It is our constant humanitarian bleeding. And the one who gives us life...or makes us mad.
