Missing

«Was that the war was the third andirons came. The war that her novel began with blood, madness and brutality.
 It seemed to shock spring through a bloody black, dislocate spirit, mind and contentment bright mirage that we live in the shadows deceptive.
 War exposed to the outer bark of the trees revealed the rotten roots, and drove out to the surface under the sun common germs of hatred and worms of hatred and hideous smell of poison deadly sectarian ».
 Under the shade of my conviction the essence of what is going on from the brutality and destruction, and under the weight of internal earthquake spirit and mind, seemed to me writing dross superfluous goal on a deserted beach, as Perceived me on the memory screen, that years of drilling for preaching enlightenment in half a century, a kind of absurdity and uselessness, looked like digging in the desert «influence» for missing river …
 
 In this novel codifies «Haidar Haidar» clear condemnation of sectarianism starting, and corruption, terrorism and barbarism of war and the end of the passage. It is a realistic story to tell a man lived part of the dirty and the horrors of physical, psychological and siege, which is paying for all of us without exception.