What is the story of the British yusra?
Novel released by Dar Al-Farabi in Beirut
Bahraini Author Ahmed juma
Change the world by force and make a difference in the universe, that was the fate that linked them and goes on the table and needles, objects feed on death to reach life and feed on life for the intervention of the scope of death, strings of traps to be crossed to survive in the end, but what is the cost?
Yusra scarlet or British accessible, the story of Troy a long distance trek crossed by Arab girl girl Zubair area in Iraq, which lasted paths are not paved since early childhood, during which passed the Iran-Iraq war and then the wars in the Gulf to liberate Kuwait and the overthrow of Saddam Hussein’s then fourth war with terrorism across ISIS “Daash” and Al Qaeda .. ..
It passed out of various capitals Zubair in Basra in Iraq, through Syria, Lebanon, Bahrain, Dubai, Britain, Switzerland, and then again Iraq Arbil in northern Iraq.
Started to torment refugee flight in Britain then took British citizenship to fight in the storm of the millions poured into it until it locks in the heart of the terrorist quake, which put them in solitary confinement waiting for the death sentence of the armed organization that was involved in it.
Novel uphill located in the 408 pages of medium-sized Troy those girl the journey of a kidnapped trap global sparkle, Finance & Nightlife and hotels and then the wilds and deserts and ruins to lie amid objects not only believe death through for the Liberation of self, expressed through armed organizations is, airports and work in the hotels and the company of dangerous men who are leading change the world by force, deception and trapping .. How can they co-exist with this network of unrestrained violence and policies of successive Waves Ocean?
[Of Al-Zubair to Aleppo to Bahrain, Dubai and even then Britain Kurdistan, you are signed in the hands of ISIS “Daash” and went out? Or as much as there was a shift to draw her trap installed by intelligence?]
“I knew that the red lines are present everywhere in this world, but it did not seems to her that there is a throne of spears waiting while she is seated him for days, bear the mountains of feelings tell-tale next terrified, I heard about the revolutionary and military field courts fast, but did not imagine that there is gold of women, men and even children of execution, hinted in an hour fineness my mind rare ghost Najwa Al-Qattan above the surface of the house publishes laundered clothes on the rope, including military suit to Jabbar al-Sharif, appeared to have a nice little girl stands just steps away from women are looking military uniform, see the Hardness symbolic of something sends a sense did not comprehend her watch, loomed her now close to death, there was silence following days and is being held in the compartment crammed with ants and insects, topped with a roof wooden, emits dust all the time and causes her constant coughing, and reached the place across a large tanker loaded with crossed by the way blindfolded did not know the shape of the tanker it was not accompanied on his identity or number, except for the sound of a man who was coughing from time to time. “
Troy Tale accessible for Jabbar Sharif Scarlet
The novel deals with the story of the evolution of women’s uysra Zubairian origins and roots “Aneyadh” with stages transformations
- yusra Scarlet
- British Yusra
- terrorist Yusra
And transit stations during the trip across the extended years embers of Zubair to Aleppo to the Lebanese border, Syrian, Turkish, Iraqi and passing through Bahrain, Dubai and London
A section of the novel:
Woke up to the beat of feet at dawn, before sunrise, open the door and is what almost covered her eyes after long hours of insomnia chronic, breaking creak wooden door stillness of dawn, and touched the feet of the man the land of the room, shaken off the cover lumbar ragged and embroidered and sat cross-legged amid the silence of the man who His face looked swollen from sleep, looked at it and said, wondering.
“Did you hear Morning prayer or as sleep?”
“What’s the fun in repe ating the word of death” appeared on her face panic of man standing body like Fetish it does not move any part of his body, even his eyes if they were not two eyes “What carries with me in this dark dawn suddenly?”
He broke his silence and said a peremptory tone.
“National wash yourself and prayed morning, on a tour, stay or have ended here.”
Suddenly, a loud explosion was heard within, successively breath and began to tremble from the cold and remained locked in place if it did not hear the man who blamed her very peremptory tone, collapsed forces, did not accommodate the situation, still Totally immersed drowsiness and fatigue.
“Do they Is execution ?”
“No, not today.”
“There’s execution permission”
Two hours and reached the truck to a building inside the city destroyed by the bombing, a movement of a number of bearded men from without to carry rifles or automatic rifles as was the case in the time that brought them to the place, not intolerance of her this time, she saw during two hours couple of years bumpy roads and streets paved and buildings destroyed cars, but the town that entered were not by any population density, it appeared some of the boys crossing the roads and spread some stray cats and dogs, and emerged drums garbage crushed or burned as waste covered some corners of the roads were closed most of the shops down the city and seemed closer to truce , all those scenes watched Maybe it identifies the place but one of hyper-chattering over the male-based “promised close to the target, a curse on this time, once approached and again stay away” when the tanker stopped near the parking lot fell everyone by excluding them, he pointed out her driver wait, remained for more of thirty-five minutes until it reached a small car, dropped them one masked gunmen and took her to the car and set off at full speed after that blindfolded, in the beginning there was silence included an car audio engine pocket, then infiltrated her voice damaged betrays an internal sadness deep afford tone broken