Arabic
It was a beautiful country.
They never shine with seas, forests, skies and blue as well as with beautiful and delicious women like cherries.
Virgin countries that store minerals, grains, oil, gas, and a mysterious future, and that which swims day and night in the name of God is its course and anchor.
But it was waving a country as hurtful as the intertidal limit, just as it stored beauty and the sweetness of nature and raw materials, it stored earthquakes and hurricanes, warnings and executions. And in the past, in ancient times, in the ancient days, when a continent of corrugated desert carried camels, horses, tents and the deceased on its back. They called it, landing and the land of the prophets.
However, as the times progressed, when their pores would be torn to burst with black blood, they would be called the helipad and parade of the commando teams, the NATO rifles, the Yankee sailors, and an informant of the experiences of torture.
This novel is unique, because it changes something in you with a feeling of fascination and stuttering. Boldness, insolence, wandering, chaos She sets out as an unruly horse that is not bounded by fear and is only curbed by self-defending. Haider Haider took writing this novel nine years, burdened with language and deep content, the madness in this narration captures breaths, inspiring, you need to read it more than patience and more than focus; you need to read it that Free yourself and be loyal to her at the same time.
