Aheboha Jeddan, Paperback Book, By: Iman Hamad

In her literary novelty "I love her very much," Iman Hamad tells an unfinished love story, and the victim this time is unusual, the man. In his speech and content. In this novel, Iman Hamad takes from the speech addressed to a former lover as a technique that encapsulates the events of her novel. It is based on the dialectic of the speaker - the addressee in which she tells the story of Abdul Aziz, the protagonist and her narrator, and then the dialectic of the speaker - the absent when she tells the story of the teenage girl Anoud who betrayed her lover at the beginning An opportunity to marry, and began to build her own world apart from the laws and laws of love. Here the question arises: did the writer want to present a rebellious femininity or a masculinity different from the relationship between a man and a woman, and what message did she want to send to the lovers? In a poetic language par excellence, it finds its meaning in the easy and abstaining vocabulary, which indicates the spirit of meaning; Which reaches its climax with beautiful metaphors that tend towards absolute romance, so her lovers are not all lovers, and her novel is different from all novels. We read from her: When the world narrows me down, I only want her voice, and I love her when she feels from my voice that something is wrong, although she did not make me happy, but rather let me down, but her love did not die inside me, he was not neglected, he was not marginalized! I knew I loved her, so she left me to aches, she left me wrestling with the bleeding that she planted in me, I sat alone with the crack I made, I wanted her to bandage it, and my call was not answered. When the world narrows me down, I only want her voice, and I love her when she feels from my voice that something is wrong, although she did not make me happy, but rather let me down, but her love did not die inside me, he was not neglected, he was not marginalized! I knew I loved her, so she left me to aches, she left me wrestling with the bleeding that she planted in me, I sat alone with the crack I made, I wanted her to bandage it, and my call was not answered. When the world narrows me down, I only want her voice, and I love her when she feels from my voice that something is wrong, although she did not make me happy, but rather let me down, but her love did not die inside me, he was not neglected, he was not marginalized! I knew I loved her, so she left me to aches, she left me wrestling with the bleeding that she planted in me, I sat alone with the crack I made, I wanted her to bandage it, and my call was not answered.