The Blind One

About this book

Between the darkness of quarantine and the light of the spirit: the tale of the blind one. Have you ever tried being born into a universe around you that is nothing but an endless black sheath? In the novel "The Blind One," we trace a hero whom fate wronged not by the loss of sight so much as by the hand of kin; thrown into the animals' "pen" as a child, as if he were a "blemish" to be concealed, as if his blindness were an unforgivable sin. The story of Ahmed unfolds not as an elegy for pity, but as a human epic ascending from the cruelty of forgotten rural Morocco to the lofty halls of the university. In a literary style overflowing with honesty, Mohamed Ferdi weaves threads of mystery and hope; our hero sees no colors, but he smells the scent of treachery, feels the warmth of tenderness in "the lady of the fragrant aroma," and hears the murmur of hearts before the fall of footsteps. It is a journey beginning with a stifled scream amid the barking of dogs and the howling of wolves, passing through stations of orphanhood and betrayal, to finally blossom in an exceptional love with Ilham, that woman who saw in him what the sighted failed to see. "The Blind One" is no mere.