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.
Monologue 1:
It consists of thoughts and articles, predominantly of a sensual nature, and snippets chosen by the writer from his literary dictionary to touch your heart and influence you as a reader.
Novel: Where did you lose your hearts?
They were sitting at the dining table eating lunch.
The brothers were arguing about something, and nothing stopped them except the mother’s crying and the father’s shock. The brother stood up to find out what had happened and was shocked as well. The sisters did not realize what had happened to them...what might put the shock on their faces. They only knew one thing, which was that death was coming.
That day came when the father, who works in the most honorable profession of protecting the homeland, would leave. He was going to the battlefield!
Days passed and nothing had happened yet.. They thought that what was published were just rumours, until one day they felt an earthquake, an earthquake that was neither strong nor weak. From that moment they knew that their country had begun to collapse.. They knew that they had reached the end, or to be more precise, they had not reached the end. It was only the beginning, the beginning of the war and the beginning of the pain.
From that moment, the family began to struggle with death...to struggle with pain...the pain of loss...the loss of the self, the loss of the father, and the greatest loss was the loss of the homeland! The homeland that sheltered and protected them...so how could they lose the place where they made their memories?
On Animal Farm, the horse Boxer believes everything he is told, and works hard day and night. This pure naivety paves the way for evil people to rule our world. Naivety is not infallible. Gullibility must be accompanied by intelligence, knowledge, caution and foresight. This is wisdom. To be wise, you must know evil and see it clearly, and you must also be naive enough to believe in your ability to resist it. Through his collection of stories, Uday Al-Zoubi seeks to raise a question about the limits of wisdom, and its relationship with naivety. Foolish, unwise naivety, and evil, unnaive wisdom, almost dominate our world, spreading confusion and darkness and making the world a dangerous, ambiguous mixture of things, ideas, and stories.
What I chose was based on a combination of personal taste and conviction - which sought to be objective as much as possible - that these examples are worthy of introducing the wide reader to Adwan’s poetic personality. What also requires clarification is that the selection of poems over others was subject to a specific technical factor: that is, the replacement of long poems in favor of medium or short ones, in order to make room for the largest possible number of texts expressing the experience, and in a way that is proportionate to the proposed size of the selections.
Hopefully, these selections will succeed in recalling a lofty poetic stature, represented by “the free son of life,” “the one who exalts himself upon condescension,” bending “with the discipline of a soldier before a spike,” looking “sad and angry, at the perforated shoes of the poor,” biased “to her path filled with the dust of honor.” "; As Mahmoud Darwish expressed in his eulogy for Adwan.
Time dragged on the Cold War until it seemed as if it would last forever, and then when the people of the earth became convinced that they were capable of it, weapons appeared to announce the birth of a new era. Dark nights multiplied, and injustice gave birth to black offspring with a long robe that extended to cover the edges of the world. As the daughters of time dissolved into each other, the breezes of light began to illuminate the margins that had been neglected by the hand of murder, so that life began to return, little by little. However, it seems that the third war was not enough for a handful of survivors to learn the lesson well. The pandemonium was restored, and the land, which had become empty except for dozens, was no longer sufficient to satisfy the ambitions of the men. The diagrams started on a white page and quickly turned black. This is a story told in the past tense that humanity will soon receive. A few survivors of the nuclear war are granted a long life, and their lives are extended to populate the Earth, but humans are humans, as the struggle over chairs soon returned exactly as it was before the countries met in a war that almost made humans news. Nour and her husband Rashid come out of hiding to find that their once prosperous city has become desolate and there is no trace of anything but death on the sidewalks. The husband searches for survivors, only to have hope shattered on a wall of corpses lying on the sides of the road in disarray. The pair's patrols continue until they realize that a new world, unknown to humanity, is taking shape. After a few days, they realized that they had no choice but to flee a life closer to the world of the jungle, so they began the journey to seek the scent of humanity outside the city limits.
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