Bag

She bakes him every day, then she settles her head over her head and passes the threshold, so her heart becomes between two steps. She goes on the paths of the neighborhood that she wrote and drew her family, passes through the houses that she knew and knew her secrets, her old poverty and promised richness that is still hesitant at her thresholds. The names of Muscat lanes are known, and their paths are kept from the frequent frequency of it, their poor homes and high homes. You know any house they heard Abdel Nasser and in which she sang Umm Kulthum. She remembers his steps in the Al -Bag House, and you only hear his lifting laugh with life, as he climbed the Amba tree, and ejaculates its fruits with her hedge, and she screams and laughs. D. Jaber Asfour, the Egyptian writer and thinker of the novel: "e;This novel remained as an Omani prestigious that conveyed us through great sorrow and mixing dreams with nightmares between the disadvantages of hope and the facts of despair, leaving a delicate thread for those who want to go beyond them together to another world in which we cross the water of the torrent, leaving the double dualism between Brothers enemies to the parallel dualism among the citizens who are equal in rights and duties.