Her Name is Muhammad-Back to the beginnings part 1-

Your voice is a beautiful sadness .. Followed me... Exhausted me .. until I decided to be happy!

When that American publishing house told me that the new book with them had achieved fantastic sales ... the sadness in my heart turned into butter ... the same sadness had fluctuated a lot between the ventricles of my heart ventricles and atriums.....I have been writing for more than twenty years! In Arab land, and this blue virtual world…they are trying in various ways to prevent the spread of publications that promote equality, love and peace ... while they support religious extremism in many --dir--ect and in--dir--ect ways!
What happens in the blue virtual world is similar to what the embassies of Western countries do, while they open the doors of their countries to the puritanical and black flag bearers while closing them in ignorance and stupidity in the face of young liberal minds.

The publisher told me on a summer morning, a fugitive day from the sun’s lab:
-Doctor .. What do you think to complete what you wrote in the previous book? Tell us about the journey of an Arab Muslim doctor in the United States ...
I replied:
-If you mean nationality, I am also American ...
-It makes your speech more impactful.
-We will take care of all the expenses ... and we will pay you a monthly salary from now so that you can devote yourself to writing ...
-I cannot leave my job, not because of the money, but because I love it.
-This is up to you, but given the current situation in the political, social, and economic arena ... the sooner we are ... the better the impact of the book ...

I ended the call without promises .. So I do not hate myself from conditional writing, I know that "soliciting revelation" means any line will fail...
Something in me says that my experience here deserves to be written ... not because it is a great one, but simply because it is full of failures ... the failures that generate small successes, and is not closer to the soul than the small successes.

The smell of bread filled the house ... With the spread of the Coronavirus, I started to make bread at home ...
One of the most beautiful mornings in the world is a lively morning with the smell of coffee ... and reassured by the smell of bread ...
I looked at the bread ... soft and inflated like a balloon of happiness ...´-or-a cloud distributes white gifts to the needy ...
If the bread here was literally flying clouds over children who slept hungrily...
If the reality was fair just as life ... perhaps this loaf of bread would have a great deal!

But “if” is for abstaining as it abstained ... Anyway: all I have to do now is to write, may the bread fly ...





To be continued…

From the novel "Her Name is Muhammad" written by Lama Muhammad
- It carries between its pages the third part of Syrian Ali novel - Love in Blue / Baghdada - Ladders of Nettles

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