Part of my history - Zakiya Al-Khudraoui

Zakia Al-Khudrawi's novel is not limited to being part of the history of Uqaila and Qasim, but extends to being part of the history of a homeland, and the memory of a people, written by the author at the moment she shaped it, a responsible person, adventurous with the pen, during an exceptional moment experienced by the Arab world; in the novel, that thing which you feel sprouting from the earth, and from the heart, while its characters are immersed in love, each in their own way, always trying and in continuous movement to achieve their dreams, despite the threats of loss, absence, and death that await them. And thus, in a "social-political" context and in a dramatic crescendo that sparks controversy, comes the novel "Part of My History... Uqaila and Qasim Cry on Her Shoulder" to tell a story of love and war, with vivid events, cumulative incidents, and heroes of this time. Its women are Uqaila and Wiam, and its men are Qasim and Adel, who have suffered from what is known as unrequited love in a difficult equation where fate plays its role between them, and each becomes a refuge for the other, and their lost world they seek. From the atmosphere of the novel, we read: "Qasim's threshold reached, I knocked on the door and entered since it was open... I found him with his drooping eyes on the sofa, staring into nothingness, smiling sometimes, then returning to his depressed features. I knew he was recalling memories from when he met her in blue until she left him in white. I explained to him that Adel and I are past so we can document what happened outside these borders. I tried to lessen the impact of losing two important people in a short period by telling him I would stay in contact, but my words were dull... lifeless... not offering him comfort. I told him I don't have much time, but before I leave, I want to give him Adel's ring... I am now in a phase of inner peace, even if temporary, after freeing myself from the bond with him, even though I still harbor much love for him. I asked him to get rid of it whenever he feels able to swallow the bitter pill of yesterday and live with it." The surprise was that Qasim did not accept to take the ring, but instead brought Wiam's ring, which he carefully chose: "I think it suits your finger." I was surprised... yes, it fits... but what does all this mean?! He placed Wiam's ring in my palm beside Adel's ring: "You both deserve happiness together... go meet him." I held the two rings... and bid farewell to Qasim with hot tears... and went to someone I trust to record part of my history." Cover type: Regular Size: 21 × 14