The legend

My little grandson asks me, as he watches the news follow the news, what happened. I told him: There was a beautiful butterfly here, taking some of its light from its heart, sprinkling it for the lovers of light, taking some of its color from its soul, and dyeing the darkness with beauty, taking from its dreams, and giving to the deprived... and the oppressed... and the grieving... and the elders and children... and women. When a whirlwind of silk... and fragrance approaches... things go crazy, and the world closes its eyes, and it disappears into its green thoughts. "What happened?" I told him: A foolish butterfly tired of the sky descended into the core of the red flame, burned in the gasp of lights, leaving behind the deprived... and the oppressed... It is about Diana, the shy teenager and the princess woman, that Gazi Abdul Rahman Al-Qasabi talks in his book "The Legend," which narrates in his usual style, between truth and gentle sarcasm, the story of the death of Princess Diana, trying to shed light on the reactions of the grieving husband, the Queen Mother, the public opinion... and Al-Qasabi, with the contemplative eye, at that sudden sunset, draws a picture of the princess's death, but with his pen, which shatters phrases carrying deep meanings, and bears the pain settled on losing the princess "the genius" who captured the world's attention with her charm, and who conversed with kings as easily as she conversed with street children. In the writer's style, with words of love, Al-Qasabi writes "The Legend," which carries the flavor of the novelist and the poet lost in the world of love, offering condolences to the beautiful princess, explaining his most important meetings with her, narrating the details of these meetings and their finesse, perhaps to comfort himself for the loss of the princess, the butterfly, and the legend that the world lost, as well as the royal palace in London.