Obaid is a young orphan from Al Ain, born at the beginning of the twentieth century. He grew up in the desert and learned to make swords, but he loves the sea. He decided to travel to Dubai to become a sailor, and despite the opposition of his mother and sister, he left for Dubai, where he boarded one of the departing ships on a long journey.
The ship crashed on the shore of one of the islands, and Obaid was the only survivor. He discovered that a primitive tribe lived on this island. He tried to escape from the island, but the pirates and slave traders attacked the island and kidnapped the princess. His pride revolted and he freed the princess - and with the help of the people of the island - he defeated the pirates and slave traders. Obaid married the princess and had children with her. He longed to return to his homeland, but pirates and slave traders attacked the island a second time and killed him, his wife, and a large number of tribe members. Obaid was writing all his memoirs in manuscripts found by: Saif - a young Emirati who loves to travel and collect antiques - so Saif decided to travel to the island, where he discovered that Obaid’s granddaughter still ruled the island, and then he returned to Al Ain to visit Obaid’s nephew and tell him the story of his uncle, Al-Nukhadha. "from the desert"
In the nineteenth century, the Papal Council was studying the canonization of Christoph Columbus as a saint. With his discovery of the New World, he doubled the area of land that Christianity could reach, but the large hall that discusses the matter is full of supporters and opponents of this canonization, as well as real-life figures and invisible ghosts. What will be the final decision?
In this novel, the writer starts from a real event, and takes us centuries back to read what Columbus himself wrote about his travels. The writer presents us with a new picture, removing the legendary aura that history has given to this character.
In this novel, which is the last novel written by Carpentier, he plays the string, the hand, and the shadow, all of which once again confirm this writer’s ability to merge history with art, and reality with the imagination, in a unique style.
Crime for love:
I wrote in this book a lot of different feelings and topics. Between its lines there are feelings that go back to my heart, my feelings, and my general life. I wrote about love in the sense of my private heart, and about happiness, sadness, separation, and many feelings that carry praise for one person and reproach for others. My words here do not constitute one year or a period. Short of my life, but here is a group of years that began when my pen began to draw its first letters and continues to this day.
I have talked about many things in the pages of my book, and yet my heart still longs to live more and sees that what I have written so far is nothing more than the letters of a few years that passed during my youth and youth.
I talked a lot in my book about feelings of love, and I am fully aware that many will not understand them well. They will like the beauty of the letters and the harmony of the words, but only those who have lived the same feeling and know that love is not the love that exists between two genders or two people, but rather love is to love ourselves, so we love those who love us. We love life around us and thus we see people in a completely different light.
