Adam rubs his old rust with the blade of a knife. He scratches the space with tremendous instinctive force. After a period of time has passed since the absence of a second person, the open space has become grayer, and different from what Adam imagined. Here he walks alone, but the old noise still haunts him. A mythical being lives under his skin, making him rub his hands and rub them. His eyelids, he wants to see the light hitting the body of the night with the blade of the knife, and the knife does not seem bold when faced with the thickness of the bohemian bellows that strikes it.
Adam declares, the wires extending from under the neck to the edge of the shoulder are swollen, his face appears congested with blood and the red color invades his place. Adam is now thinking about the crow that hovers around his head, crowing with a sound like the horn of an old freight vehicle. He had previously been told that seeing a crow in the belly of the sky is an omen. It was ominous, so his senses trembled and he turned to the notebooks of the past, and questions abounded in his head.
Beauty Café: A person's life is not devoid of many hardships: the departure of a loved one, the deterioration of health, the loss of money, the loss of a position... but despite all of that, we must continue to move forward, we must be optimistic, smile, and look to the future with eyes full of hope. We must cling to the moments of joy, and bite them with our jaws. Clinging to the moments of joy, from my point of view, is more useful than forgetting sadness. The heart is an open space for all feelings. If it is occupied by joy, it is narrowed by sadness, and if it is occupied by sadness, it is narrowed by joy. What we should be most wary of are moments of depression, as they are the ones that eat away at our lives without stopping, eating, eating, eating until they lead us to disappear. We are not alive because we wake up every morning, breathe, eat, and walk. We are alive for other reasons that are deeper and more closely related to the essence of life. We are alive because the passion is still within us, the passion to explore more in our lives, more that we don't know, but that we know we need.
Khalifa Al-Khader, winner of the Samir Kassir Award for Freedom of the Press 2017, writes some scenes of fear in the details of his experience in ISIS prisons in the city of Al-Bab, his escape from prison, and his subsequent return to it of his own free will after ISIS was expelled from the city.
Khalifa does not tell us about ISIS from the outside. He lived in the belly of the ghoul, and went out to narrate some of what he saw, heard, and lived...
