Dar Khawla, Paperback Book, By: Buthaina Al Eissa

Dar Khawla By Buthaina Al Eissa . It was the first time her firstborn looked so fragile, so small, so close to tears. Wasn't he telling the truth this time? The truth that she loved him "in her own perverted spy way" and not the way he needed? But what good were those endless lists of treacherous truths? The fact that he was the first lab rat in her empty motherhood laboratory, that her wound became invisible in front of his wound, that her human condition" collapsed under the conditions of her motherhood, that she knew what she could do and what she could not" and that she was unable to destroy everything she had worked so hard to build: every white hair on her head, every wrinkle under her eyes, every extreme idea, every odd metaphor, every ruin in the heart, for his sake, and the fact that love is conditional, conditional, and that they lied about it, and that the world is unfair, and that misunderstanding is inevitable and apparently eternal, and she did not know where her role as a mother ended and where her condition as a woman began? And what could she do with the brutal conflict between the two, in that she wanted to take him back under her wing like a wet chick, and in that she had never forgiven him for being the son of his freakish place in his freakish time"?