Jihad Al-Zein, prose writer, poet, in his lyric collection “Anthem of Femininity” (Nelson House, 2022) dared to reveal the hidden, unthinkable by other people. His argument for this is that creatures are not fighting for survival, but against survival. And when he loves each other, not because he hates, but communication kills, hopefully, what has been my friend’s jihad for forty -five years now. And here are Schopenhauer’s achievements in glorifying pessimism, even as he reduced it to a Nietzschean aesthetic.

But this is his opinion, and people have pitfalls and grooves in their opinions. He then rectifies his activities, so that he tends to confess, that is, to what is interceding for him, and return to erotica, and he, according to rumors, is the deepest source and fountain of the universe and emotion. And here he is right, because erotica for him is “a source from which there is no beginning and no end, but the thrill and tribal trembling falls into the eternity of the world’s smallest horizon and wider. than any misery, sorrow, loss. , and are afraid of losing the music of their blades. ” Because around God there is a Jihad, which overflows with the bounty of having two bodies in one body.
In very good prose, Zane insists that the body of a pregnant woman is a form of art from the bottom of her breasts to the tips of her feet. Then he goes on, inquiring about the metaphysics of sensibility, for there the heavens open innumerable, the stars name their vain roar, and the peaks, confined in the fragrant cloud, are released, for God the source of defining language, where enchantment soars in a storm, happy to reveal that what is hidden…

He was struck by a verse by a cleric in Jabal Amel describing Beaufort Castle.

In a cafe in Boston where they meet and hug, in Cairo where there are two charming Nubian eyes to tell an erotic love story, where a night of intercourse is free and where a beautiful bodies that sink from the sagging experience are still attractive.
Jihad adds grace to its prose with a verse called “The Players,” some of which are scattered verses and others are charming prose. In “The Alphabet of Love” he opens the turban where he sprinkles sugar on tea, and in “Jebel Amel” he goes to the mountain leading to the weeping mud over the sleeping stone in the old house, if where there is a soft spot. . In the chapter on Reading, he is struck by a verse by a clergyman from Jebel Amel in which he describes a river flying in the sky over the palace, the Beaufort Castle:

“The one we saw in front of this table
He flew to the high palace in the sky. ” Jihad brought him back to the surreal current, as if it were a painting by Salvador Dali in the twentieth century. House of poetry of Sheikh Ibrahim al-Harisi, buried in Tibnin.
We come to Al-Zayn’s admiration for melody and song and his belief that the poem being sung is more important than the singing itself.
Zain’s Jihad has reappeared before us, with something inspiring and exciting, in which emotions are the source of desire, even if they are nothing but the pleasure of life.

* Palestinian writer