Autumnal, Yet..

About this book

Autumnal, yet.. when dreams fall before leaves. Have you ever tried autumn ambushing you in your youth's prime? Not the seasons' autumn we know, but that emotional autumn slipping into the soul, and your dreams fall one by one before your eyes like dry leaves falling. The book "Autumnal, Yet.." by writer Haidy Ibrahim is no mere literary texts, but a mirror reflecting every heart that tasted letdown's bitterness, and every soul finding itself alone facing life's storms and people's cruelty. Between this work's covers, you will find a stifled scream expressing "the twenty-year-old with a sixty-year-old heart's" pain, that one who ripened too early through shocks. The texts oscillate between the darkness of the blackness loved ones' treachery leaves, and a faint hope's glimmer searching for a "spring" that may come or not. The writer speaks in the stranger's tongue at his school, university, and even home, addressing those who lost psychological shelter before material, and whose closed rooms became their only and silent battlefront. It is a deep human journey into the concept of loss; losing trust, losing passion, and losing the people we once thought a support only to find them the dagger. And despite grief's dominant tone, the book carries a hidden call to rise, not through forgetting pain, but through reconciling with it and choosing "vengeance by success's" road. It is a book for everyone feeling his silence grew more eloquent than his speech, and for everyone awaiting "God's compensation" to mend his heart's rubble which, despite everything, still beats with love and the search for peace.