My childhood until now

Now I can say: we do not need a person with whom we grow old, but rather a person with whom we remain children. (from the novel) A different Palestinian love novel, crossing poverty, oppression, small and large wars, and as much as it embraces the biography of its narrator and characters over sixty years, it also embraces the biography of a people, and as much as it is a biography of the present place, the camp, it is also a biography of the absent place, Palestine. A narrative of dispersion, and a narrative of the human being and his ability to gather the scattered parts of himself, in a difficult, deadly, and besieged reality; as well as a narrative of attachment to beauty, and the struggle of the soul to cling to this beauty, in all its forms; the beauty embraced by innocent eyes wide open in parallel with a reality that is increasingly distorted.