Sun of the eighth day

With the addition of the novel "The Sun of the Eighth Day" to the project "The Palestinian Farce," Ibrahim Nasser Allah has added a completely different flavor from everything he previously presented in the "Farce" novels; rather, it is different from everything he has offered in any of his novels. In Palestine, in a year during which the events of this short novel take place, which is filled with a captivating narrative ability capable of uniting the souls of readers of different levels of awareness and ages, in one age; that of the pure soul in its innocence, its expansive essence, and its search for foundational answers to the meaning of its existence; with all the meaning, beauty, freedom, and magic of imagination, through a sweet inspiration from folk heritage as a newcomer to identity and a fundamental component of the human self and a luminous part of the process of shaping its uniqueness and the uniqueness of the place that embraces this self and is embraced by it. About this novel, the writer Ibrahim Nasser Allah says: "I heard my grandfather’s story with his camel more than once from my mother, during my childhood, as she was proud of it as a personal heritage that no one else has like it, and I recorded it in the early nineties of the last century, so its number of words was one word, and I used parts of its events in the novel "Birds of Caution," then it became the subject of one of the poems in the collection "In the Name of the Mother and the Son." When my mother passed away at the end of October, this story was the most present for me, as I became, just as my mother was proud of it as a personal heritage. And perhaps what makes me say that it is a personal heritage even now is that I have never read it before; and I have read many books that contain folk tales. And I did not hear it from anyone; although I recorded many stories directly from people's mouths. For some reason, I felt that writing this story as a novel is the most beautiful gift I can give to my mother’s soul. But I realized after writing it that there was something my mother forgot to tell us; because the story remained hanging, it even needs a second half, and perhaps she intentionally did not tell us the whole story, so that one of her children might complete it in his own way, thus creating a new heritage for those who will come after him from the family! And here I am, having done so when I wrote what I heard from her and wrote the second half, completing what I saw was missing from the events of a story that seems endless...".