.. اعتنى الكثير من المؤرخين بترجمة سيرة الصحابي الجليل «أبو بكر الصديق» فلم يعد هناك الكثير مما يقال عنها، وقد أدرك العقاد هذا الأمر فجاء كتابه عن الصديق مختلفًا؛ فقدم دراسة نفسية تحليلية لشخصية الصديق ليتعرف على صفاته وسماته الشخصية ويستنبط بواعث سلوكه، فيسوق العقاد الأخبار والحوادث التاريخية لا ليعرضها هي نفسها بل ليضع يده على مفاتيح شخصية الخليفة الأول من خلال تعاطيه مع الأحداث وتعامله مع الناس. كما يقترب من بيئته وحياته قبل الإسلام وبعده وظروف إسلامه، ثم يعقد المقارنة بينه وبين «عمر بن الخطاب» ليظهر الفروقات بين شخصياتهما وطباعهما، كما يقدم جوانب من إدارته لشئون الخلافة في الدولة الإسلامية الوليدة وكيف تصرف تجاه الأزمات التي كادت أن تعصف بها.
سبعة عشر قصة قصيرة ستخلق لك عالما متكاملا من الإثارة والتشويق لأنها تلعب على وتر دقيق للغاية داخل كل منا وتر الإحساس بالغموض فالغموض هو أعظم عاطفة يشعر بها ...
Do you know how longing reaches its peak? When you continue, despite the arrows being directed at you professionally... arrows coming from the paths of no return, only to be caught by winds that also dig between your folds and write down the stories of the thorny autumn... and despite this, the hope of meeting is sweeping through all your insides... In our village, you find some people talking about the spring season as told in volumes of myths, and some of them painted a picture of it, lived in it and in its memory, and invented a lie in order to celebrate it with the lighting of the candles of the April cake. It is a cake that is made once a year, in April, and has remained sacred. How do we celebrate a spring that was only mentioned in volumes of legends?! Then I decided to be silent, but my pen was not silent yet. Between my letters I feel spring. Perhaps I have done the same as them. I also made up a lie in order to see from the silence of the letters what the previous ones in the search had gone astray from. Until I made the decision to search for him, but with a new identity and deeper convictions; To make it easier than trying to find it... Who?! Sheikh of our tribe; Through it, the spring to which we lost our way will be completed. Yes, it will be completed at the top of that mountain. In the middle of a search, you lose your dearest person, and you find yourself alone, complete. Perhaps I had found it among my letters at that time, and I knew where it was, or my subconscious was mocking me. But all I want to say in my right mind is: Honestly, I will not give up my new identity.
