MURMUSHIN ALKAWARI

About this Novel

There are moments in life when it becomes filled with captivating and delightful sights, like the blue sky with beautiful white clouds drifting lazily like snow. And on occasion, we are blessed with the presence of colorful rainbows. Just as the sunlight shining through the water droplets creates a mesmerizing effect on the clouds, life itself is adorned with gifted individuals who entertain us with their profound wisdom, including the esteemed old man, SIDI MAI JAKA. During such blissful and heartening times, I find myself sitting alone at the door of my house, as I usually do, holding my pen and books in hand. We humans living on this earth are grateful for every moment, knowing that the rain may fall at any time. As I sit there, I can't help but ponder about my ability to write. My mind seems devoid of any captivating stories, making me smile at the irony that even my brain doesn't hold any good news. They say an old man's memory is like a saddlebag, carrying an array of experiences. Three years ago, a wise old man named Abani, with a bag full of intriguing stories, captivated my attention.