I Passed Through Myself.. But

About this book

On the soul's threshold.. when disappointments pass peacefully. Basel Al-Nader says in his prologue: "Turn off the light; for the heart is not lit by the sun!" And from here our journey begins in "I Passed Through Myself.. But!" This novel is no mere narration of a love story, but a precise dissection of the soul's tremors in loss's presence, and a desperate attempt to recover our features that fell in the roads' crowd and between university seats. Between the corridors of Damascus's Agricultural Engineering Faculty, and in "Sarouja's" narrow rooms, the story of Hadi and Maryam buds. He is the southern young man who came loaded with medicine dreams to find himself an engineer chasing words before ears of wheat, and she is Maryam; daughter of the Levant whose face resembles snow's whiteness, possessed by a silence more eloquent than any confession. Basel Al-Nader presents no imaginary characters; they are people who lived among us, tasted poverty's bitterness, battled custom's cruelty, and broke in wars they never chose. The work's tone progresses from "the first glance's" mystery overturning life's balances, reaching the climax.