Hassan Sami Yusuf
It was a moonlit night, and the lights from the sky and the earth were mixing with each other, creating an impressionistic scene that overwhelmed its delicacy. In the air around us, jasmine and lemon flowers, mixed with the scent of fragrant orange blossoms, appeared from the spacious courtyards of the Damascene houses, adding happiness to the universe that made the hearts shiver, tired of searching for travel. For a lost happiness, the movement on the roads had been non-existent or almost.
A majestic stillness prevailed over creation, and from somewhere a sweet, piercing voice flowed among the soft spring breezes roaming around us in all directions: Why do you look at me when you are the light of my eyes... Umm Kulthum... The night must have come to an end, I did not look at the clock around my wrist.
I did not bother to look, as it would cut off the pleasure of dictating this narration, which has the form of a young female who was overcome by sadness just as she was overcome by joy. What torment does this girl live in? What suffering are you experiencing?...
Perhaps it was the torment of the air, she seemed to me a tender girl, if a breeze from a spring blows on her, it would break her in two, I made me contemplate her carefully and ask myself: Do you see her in shame or in remorse after her arrest, ambiguous in the crime of love that she did not explicitly confess?...
I had to help her get out of the abyss of grief in which she was immersed, and I did not know what to say, and I thought: It is not important what you say, say any words: listen to the complainant and have mercy on the weeping, he has spent all his life his heart loves you.
About the book:
Cover: plain cardboard
Number of pages: 343 pages
Size: 14 * 21 cm
Weight: 410 g
Publishing House: Dar Ward for Publishing and Distribution
Pain threshold - pain - pain - pain