Between the pages of life
I found among the pages of life a realistic social story that talks about a woman who suffered a lot in her life and in various family, social, material and educational fields. The story revolves around real incidents and not from imagination. At times it will be sad and at other times it will be funny, but hidden within these situations and incidents is a valuable humanitarian message for every person. He will read the story. I hope that you will read this story with your hearts because it will really take you to that distant place in time and make you live its realistic experience and seek out those characters that you may find in the surroundings of your life, or perhaps they actually exist, but you have not known the truth about those hidden souls yet, and the story also revolves around. About the challenges and how this woman was able to deal with them despite her young age at the beginning and her lack of complete education and family support, but she challenged these circumstances through her optimistic outlook and her faith and trust in God Almighty. When a person puts his trust in God as he deserves, here the divine miracle and the wonders of its power in man appear.
Moving between Zabaltani, Dawaila, Saydnaya, and all the way to Istanbul, Ahmed Aswad - a tailor on a sewing machine - tells the story of his life as it appears to him, a life full of transformations and first experiences: the beginning of falling in love, traveling, and planning a murder.
In a special language that may seem neutral, but it is sarcastic and full of emotion, Wassim Al-Sharqi explores forgotten corners of the lives of a marginalized segment of Syrians before 2011, such as: smugglers on the Lebanese border, or sewing factory workers, and patrons of bodybuilding clubs and bars in old Damascus.
“Black” is a journey to delve into the motivations and drivers that direct people’s behavior and destinies, and an attempt to trace the source of the blackness that surrounds our lives and settles in our souls, difficult to disappear.
Joan Tatar's memory falters on scenes that Syrians experienced in the laboratory of their torment. It is the slow Syrian time that brings and brings with it in Tatar’s diary the various elements of the experience: starting from the market, to the soldier, to being discharged from it, in a biography that contradicts time, from symbolic death to symbolic birth, in a country that resembles a long dormitory crowded with people. Throughout this cycle of Syrian life, murmurs and stinks are present. Life, as Joan Teter portrays it in this book, is an experiment with low sounds that end in final silence. An experiment with the depths of fear. Is it deeper than we imagined? Is it possible to escape from the fear that has become part of water, and from thirst, part of glut, and part of hunger? Many opposites meet on that distant horizon that made the Syrian dough in the soldier’s laboratory. Were they prisoners or soldiers? Are they condemned or heroes? Everything is equal, all values are equal in that horizon which is the space of Syria, the space of fear and pleas for freedom.
