The convoy continues:
In this poetic version, you will enter my crazy world with my consent... You now have a permit that gives you the right to delve into the secrets of my soul... some secrets and feelings... and a “washah” through which you will learn “the meaning of passion”.. and you will master the “language of the eyes” to read “The Look of a Magician”. And you step into the “first dance” with all your might.
In this version you will see a woman whose heart takes her wherever she wants.. She once lived in a state of “steadfastness”... And she walked again “beside the wall”.
Despite all the pain, you will see “my mother’s face” that speaks of love.. You will see roses among thorns.. and love in times of war.. and hope despite the pain..
The collection “The Hidden One Who Survives Interpretation” includes 28 poems, some of which are short and some are long, and deals with emotional, national, philosophical and contemplative issues. The relationship with women constitutes an important axis in the collection based on the poet’s refined humane and civilized view of women. Exile also constitutes a major axis since the poet lives in exile. Many years ago. The poet also resorts to writing abstract, contemplative poems sometimes as a result of his interaction with external existence and his preoccupation with humanizing things. The collection in our hands is the eighth in the series of Anwar Al-Khatib’s poetry publications, and it comes in the context of his poetic project that aspires to establish a different language and a different, vibrant and diverse construction of the Arabic poem, so that it escapes itself from routine, repetition, and rigid templates.
An existence where no one sees you:
No one can turn to you when you are not yourself. Someone knocks on the door of your thinking to get nothing. Someone extends his hand to your heart to freeze because of its cold. Someone blows on your wounds to spread dust on them. No one stays for you anymore. You are not there. You are in reality. You have headed to that void in which no one will find you, but there is that feeling that took hold of you while you were running away, the loneliness that clung to you to fill the void inside you. This is your existence in which no one sees you, there is only you and your loneliness.!
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