The Last of the Mohicans

About this book

Have you ever tried sleeping with noise filling your head, to wake and find yourself a hero in an old film whose story you never knew? Thus began the journey of "The Last of the Mohicans." This is no mere book, but a private "logarithm," a quiet scream launched by a heart wearied by distances, a village that bears no prophets, and a prison where the knight tries to write his last word before the sword breaks. In this work, Hassan Farid Trabieh weaves poetic litanies from the wounds of the marginalized, those dwelling in "the gate of bewilderment," who sacrificed much for a dream resembling the film, swinging between rebellious classical Arabic and Egyptian vernacular touching the soul directly. You will find yourself wandering the halls of the psyche, from "the gate of poetry" to "the gate of love," where the poem is "the cracked chest" through which the writer breathes, and where love is no mere emotion, but an "army" behind which man shields himself from the bullets of reality and the cruelty of "the white man" dwelling inside us all. It is a book for those who drink hope from wells of sorrow, who.