After dazzling the world with the Dubai Expo, today Dubai takes off its veil to tell the story of its frequent success in all fields, the story of patience for beautiful things, and big and distant dreams, how they can be realized in its bosom, a new and civilized story inspired by Surat “Read”, with an architectural icon inspired by The Arab, Islamic and human heritage “The Book Bearer”, the title of the Mohammed bin Rashid Library, that cultural and civilizational beacon to join its sisters from the cultural and artistic landmarks in this exceptional global city. Yesterday, I was overjoyed with that achievement.
And whenever I am happy to see a new library, or pass by an old library, I remember my journey as one of the “book rodents” and its palms and leaves, a long and distant journey with “the best companion in the world.” Always whenever you remember an old book, or glimpse a book in your library, or read a dedication written by one of the giants of poetry and literature to you, those libraries are quarreling with cities and homes, and women are bored with your “tidy” chaos; Where you can measure the book, and realize in which shelf it will settle, and what its near neighbor or its neighbor is!
It was a beautiful journey that began with running behind the dusty, crunchy written pages, fleeing from a baker’s shop or throwing them hungry after they were full, and being swept away by the wind until they settle down beside the shadow of a wall, or cling to a tree branch, or keep your curmudgeon panting behind them. She doesn’t want to stop, and you don’t want to Miss out on the joy of catching and catching floating letters and the first thrill of discovery.
The dear and colorful childish book at that time I grabbed it for the first time in the old “Kind” Primary Hospital, when they used to distribute it to us to have fun and play and doodle with colors and be a little silent about crying or disturbing the newborn “nanny” women, and it was also part of the “Savior” gifts that We listened to the preaching and the words of the Lord with astonishment.
Near that hospital built with plaster and al-Noura, there was a “Sniya or a rudder” called “Saniya Kinda” in which was mixed many things, incomplete magazines, neglected letters, a page from a newspaper that came by the sea mail, and it was measured until it arrived, pictures of women different from our mothers and our aunts on the The pages of its letters dance from left to right, and we cannot decipher its secret.
Also near was the old Al-Nahyaniya school, which spread old books from time to time, books that were bored by older students, books that had been torn apart by childish quarrels, and books that were victims of success and moving to a new class, which I celebrated, especially history and geography books.
Not far away, the post office made of “presti” was leaking to enthusiasts like me, other than sealed stamps coming from countries we do not know, torn magazines, obliterated pictures, letters they did not know their owners, pamphlets, supplements and books that did not know the value of the consonants between their covers, and Lebanese art magazines, Such as: “The Appointment” and “The Network” were the instigators of the pleasure of sailing and reading, and touched the life of art and its women who were made of paper.
She was among those who helped me on that beautiful trip, things that the father brought with him from the English comrades in arms or from the camp of the “T. or. S” in Sharjah or Al Jahili or when he goes to Dhana and the port.
The boarding school provided us with reading classes, foreign stories, colorful books, and spare hours of playing time. On the other hand, there was a small story who liked to imitate adults and talk, and suddenly discovered the glow of those letters and the good news they carried, so I ventured towards that flying paper that was swept away by the wind in It was a beautiful journey from the start.
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