Description
How close and small the world seemed from the windows of Batool Al-Khudairi, which she opened to the sky that seemed close... The torments of the world shrank and the pain of the caliph was manifested in those who were destined to be in Iraq and from Iraq... The torment confiscated them until they seemed to be a piece of it... The atmosphere in which Batool travels to tell a boy a story that is closer to talk ... an emotional talk that overflows with pain ... overflows with sweetness ... and overflows with an intellectual gift of fiction woven by imagination with the fingers of reality ... with threads of phrases and ideas flowing like the water of a stream that goes far ... intertwined in the folds of the references to pour into the depths of the conscience. .
