Author
Matar, Hind
Author Original
مطر، هند
Publication Date
1443
Publication Place
Sharjah, United Arab Emirates -
Sharjah, United Arab Emirates: Arab House of Science Publishers
Subject
History
Type
Book
Language
Arabic
Digital
No
Manuscript
No
Pages Count
130
Physical Dimensions
130 صفحة
Library
University of Minnesota Libraries
Library Asset ID
ISBN: 9786140134058, ISBN: 6140134056
Record ID
cdi_globaltitleindex_catalog_368266679
Library Location
Available at TC Wilson Library General Collection (PJ7862.H356 .M38 2022)
Date
1443
Notes
“We dream, achieve, and achieve through our individual efforts in order to reach what we aspire to, and with one storm, what we built in cold blood is destroyed, then we rise again, shake off the dust from our bodies, and rebuild what the violent storm left behind. We begin with determination and a stronger will, because we are a people who do not know despair or surrender. We believe in our competencies and are proud of our culture and our mighty thought. We advance despite the nose of wars, and we will not abandon the glories of the past with its values and pride. We learn, even though we We study by candlelight, which represents patience and steadfastness. We create, despite the flames of sectarianism.” With these words, Hind Matar summarizes her novel “A Woman from Beirut,” which is full of ideas, visions, setbacks, and ambitions. This novel came to tell about the recent contemporary history of “Six Capitals,” Beirut, and the tragedies and sorrows it has witnessed since the Lebanese civil war in 1975 until the disaster of the Beirut port explosion in 2020, so it monitors the political scene. And society through the story of the life of “Jihan,” the heroine of the novel, and the accompanying pain of the Lebanese afflicted in their country suffering under the colors of successive wars and their dreams of stability and safety. Jihan, who was born at the beginning of the war, follows in the footsteps of her father, who is “absent” from her life, “present” in her conscience. She travels to France to study pharmacy, and the dream of reopening her father’s pharmacy in downtown Beirut haunts her. The pharmacy that witnessed the devastation of the city and the sacrifice of her father, the pharmacist, with his life with the outbreak of the first war. “With the spark of the first war, a missile fell on the pharmacy and everyone inside it was martyred, my father and two employees. I was not yet one year old at the time, and I longed for the war from the beginning. I do not remember my father, nor even his features or voice. I did not recognize him as a young man or an old man. That accursed war stole him. I never uttered the word “Papa.” Whenever I missed him, I would stand. In front of his picture hanging on the wall, I look at him for a long time, my heart wrenching with pain at his separation.” --
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