Ayn Hammurabi - Abdul Latif bin Abdullah

Separated by a thin thread. So you see her interweaving in a strange intertwining until the sound melts into its echo and the face into its back, and the threads of the game entangle a confusing narration that questions the human in us about the futility of this life, and what if we could be without history and without memory, or that we are ourselves and our parts have been lost in the paths of human beasts? From inside the investigation office, the hero takes us through space and time, transforming the fugitive from death into a storyteller who entices the investigator with the charm of narration, just like Scheherazade, until he delays the expected flood of rage outside the barracks and a flood of accusations whose truth he does not know, but he turns from a fugitive from death into someone who walks toward it willingly. Death has repeatedly turned him back when he walked toward it, pushing him forcefully into the excavation of a personal history erased by a damaged memory and a collective history that this tries to save from the hands of the troublemakers, while another ignores it and sees it insignificant in front of the power of money. And well done is death, for it has opened for us the pleasure of storytelling that may make the eyes forget Hammurabi. — Abdulatif Waled Abdullah