It is as if a woman, like a country, needs to be without memory... I do not know why the novel "Women Without Memory" turned the wounds inside me, as an Arab perhaps, and with all the devastation, destruction, and regret that surrounds my old and new memory... It seems that Algerian women novelists excel in the language of memory... and He masters the identity of playing with it... Whenever we talk about memory, we must recall the face of the great writer "Ahlam Mosteghanemi"... but it seems that she has not become a pioneer on her own. There is a new, new generation of women looming in the sky of ancient future stardom... the young novelist, "Hoda Darwish", who has been at the helm since Less than a year on the throne of Algerian literature - critically - with the title: "The Belle of Algerian Literature." She truly deserves follow-up and praise for her poetic splendor above all else and for her novelistic experience, which appears more mature and profound from one work to another, and she carries the pain of women and the dream of travel and liberation. The search for love, for peace, for calm and stability... Hoda Darwish abandons her deadly identity, like thousands of Syrians killed by the sea, and like Cairo, which searches for its face, and like Raqqa, Marib, Benghazi, and Baghdad... tragedy is her weapon, tears are the sea of ¿¿her penetration, and the blonde Algerian originality, with its Arabism and Amazighness. All of this makes her a woman with many faces that only meet at her desk... to be a writer with all the strength, femininity, pain and memory of the letter... "When the East perfumes the sorrows of women on a masculine land par excellence, the sea of ¿¿"Oran" carries the same sorrow to soar to the farthest corners. The world is in the heart of one woman who rebelled against her reality after a devastating defeat and wanted to "be or not to be" in Algeria in the 1990s, where the civil war set fire to her body. The homeland eroded and the human structure collapsed at the expense of the feminine entity and the constants of reason, religion, and beauty... and There is no longer any point in staying in that country, but liberation outside the walls of the closed ports did not take into account that the same wounds carried by the pain of the land and identity will find a mirror in Tunisia, Cannes and Limoges... Dialogue with the essence of the soul in silence can reconcile us with our destiny and The tragedies of longing for home make us see in that wrathful land a dream worthy of wiping the tear of separation from its forehead... and then we leave all the cities of the world full of lights and return with souls waving to the Santa Cruz skyline with a bag of holidays. Inspired by real stories, an exciting novel written about women for men to read.
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