The person of Allah in the narration of the sister of Al-Safa - Nizar Shakroun

Nothing drives the obsession with death away from the fearful of destiny except meaning. And perhaps the key to the meaning of the present is hanging in a postponed horizon or in a hidden past, between the pages of books or tablets or stone surfaces, waiting for someone to interpret it. But can one person decipher the riddles of meaning, or does he need a network of loyal helpers to assist him in spelling out his letters and pondering his matter if he finds himself between the hammer of authority and the anvil of scholars? It’s as if the characters in this novel are ghosts at the mercy of meaning, appearing and disappearing, wherever the winds of narration and its exhausting questions blow them, leaving only their traces. And every present breathes into a trace of the absent, isn’t writing a call to absence? It wouldn’t have been possible for "Zoul Allah" to narrate some chapters of the human biography in this afflicted homeland if it weren’t for a sister in the network of helpers, a clever one occupied with, as the righteous among her brothers, the matter of preserving the past out of fear of the Tatar of the era. She came dragging him back to the shop, born anew on his day, having escaped the grip of authority, so the shop became a repository of stories and a meeting place of arts, even a war room and planning center, not for a political group or a religious sect, but for brothers of pure heart gathered around free thought and faith in humanity. And they found no other lifeline but departure, and the House of Peace has forgotten to be a house of peace. Zoul Allah in the novel "Sister of the Safa" - Nizar Shakroun