That dazzling darkness

A brief about the book I have always searched for the Black Stone that purifies the soul of death. And when I say "always", I imagine a bottomless well, a tunnel I dug with my fingers, with my teeth. I am driven by the stubborn hope that I will see, even for a moment, an eternal fleeting moment, a ray of light, a spark that would be imprinted in the depths of my eyes and preserved by my innermost being as a secret. So it would be here, still in my chest, nursing my endless nights, here, in this grave, in the moist earth, filled with the smell of a person emptied of his humanity by savage blows that peel his skin, and take away his sight, voice, and mind. Publishing House: The Arab Cultural Center Author's name: Al-Tahir Bin Jawi Number of pages: 256.