I just picked a new book from my library to read...
I have so many unread books, because through out the last 3 years in
Plus that every time I was feeling down and upset, I used to walk to that particular bookshop and buy a book :)
If I didn't have enough money, I would just go through all the books' titles, and talk with the bookshop owners (very nice people).
It made me feel good!
Anyway, I had many options, but first, I wanted a book in Arabic. 2nd, I needed something simple, not brainstorming (the last book made me lose my mind) but touching!
So, I picked "Lailat Qadar" by Al-6ahir Bin Gloun, an Algerian writer. Of course the book is translated to Arabic.
It's a small book, only 228 pages, an old version (back from 1993), it has an orange regular cover and the pages are those yellow, old, low quality ones. Don't know if it's only me, but I care a LOT for the book appearance. It's like the first impression when meeting a new person. Yes, it's so wrong, but let's say, it would be nicer if the book is of high quality paper and with a nice looking cover!
I'm not sure this is a good book (now forget about the whole appearance thing). It would be a disappointment that I don't like to handle these days. But, I picked it because Ahmad gave it to me, one of the bookshop owners, the day I went to say goodbye for the last time before leaving.
He wrote as a dedication: "?", the date and his signature.
I don't like ambiguous "?'s", but I didn't expect anything better... Though we had a good relation, where we used to discuss political and social issues, comment on books, sometimes it went a little bit personal about how life is REALLY going with us... (You know, there are some people who ask you "how are you?", and you answer "oh, I'm fine, still alive" where both of you look so pathetic! I hate that- but, with most people, you just do it and go on with your life!!!) So, it was good... but this relation went so wired that I once wrote in my diary:
محزن جدا اننا افقدنا الكتب عبقها
لأننا يوما ما تحامقنا ونفضنا الغبار عنها
فقد فقدنا بذلك حميمية لمسها
وخسرنا ما تبقى لنا من دفئها!
No Comment!
So why reading this particular book?
I just miss the old days!
In another word... Nostalgia!
