2017 was not a splendid year. I felt I lost track of even myself. Fights, disappointments, loss, and as usual something out there on the verge of reaching… but not yet…
However, I managed to read more than 80 books, to close the year with another great piece of work by Haidar Haidar. I recieved a special news about my thesis on al ghazali, ibn taymiya and ibn Rushd and their women boing sited in some scholarly book.
My Jerusalem’s women is soon to be published in Arabic, and my second novel is on the way to be published (as soon as I finish my revisions). In the Shadows of Men should be out in English, and I have written articles consecutively through out the years ( 2 times a week).
The kids are growing to be as independent and as successful… Blossoming and nourishing…The family celbrated our youngest bride ( my youngest sister).
It was a good year of travelling and exploration, Antalya, Cairo, Cyprus, Berlin, Rome, Napoli, and closing the year with Istanbul was as fulfilling as the great city that Istanbul is.
Somehow I connected with old friends ,and I realized that some friends have vanished. I reconciled with some, and dropped in the backyard with some.
I reconnected with Jerusalem in a splendid and unique way . I felt like regaining my city.
coming back to books… I was so privileged and lucky to have read tens of remarkable enriching fulfilling novels along this year… some masterpieces of what is truly the best that can be read ..