I Am the General

About this book

I Am the General: the prophecy of peace in a world worshipping gunpowder. Can a general lead an army of doves, and replace shoulder medals with verses of love? In this exceptional literary work, writer Abdel-Wahid Hadda doffs the war uniform the world wears, standing alone facing a false century, armed only with a word that "crosses it without permission like a migrating flock." The book begins with an existential scream blending genes' power and philosophy's coincidence, where "the General" here is no battlefield commander, but the human self trying to tame its inner beast. The text skillfully moves between mother Fatna's warmth and the Moroccan South's desert, and between the international scene stained with Fallujah's and Hiroshima's blood. It is a journey into man's liver, searching for "a people not yet in existence," and posing the eternal question: will man ever happen? In a unique poetic-prose style, the writer breaks language's barriers to make the poem "a second heart" if the reader's pulse stops. The book is no mere.