Al Aaleqoun | Shahrazad

The story that neglected me..and it became a novel..when I started writing this novel, I discovered what is called (migration while writing)..when writing it,I thought that I had left for a place I don't know..I visited many places, some of which were like the remains of ancient cities, while others were about Vast areas as if they were endless space... Those cities did not have clear names, nor did the places have maps preserved in memory... So I don't know where I went while writing, nor where I came back from.... But I am sure that I separated from that attraction Which is said to bind us to the ground to the point that I felt like I had been absent from my body for hours. And that I was overgrown with words and events to the point of hurtful... That noise was unrelenting, as if a group of characters were telling me their stories at the same time and chattering in front of me non-stop... until I became an easy prey for anxiety, and my tension increased whenever a phrase fell from them without writing it... It was as if the words were flying over my head like a swarm of bees. Some words come with a very harmful noise... I used to wake up from my sleep to write, stop at the side of the road to write, use red lights to write, end a phone conversation to write, and cut out a meal to write... Then all of that vanished. With writing the last word in this story that I neglected .. and it became a novel!