Al-Madina newspaper: Hassan Nasser Al-Dhahri It is not surprising that we find a doctor who is proud of the literature industry, whether he is a poet or a novelist, or even a writer, literature is not limited to his students, and experiments have proven the success of a number of doctors in the field of writing, poets and novelists, and their superiority over those who study literature, such as a novelist The British storyteller (Somerset Mom), the French playwright and poet (Alfred de Sousse), the Russian writer and playwright (Anton Chekhov), and in our Arab world, Dr. Youssef Idris, Mai Saadeh, Salah Hafez, and Dr. Mustafa Mahmoud, all of these are doctors, but they have influenced The square with their creativity, and made glories glued to their names.
And our doctor, Dr. Iman Ashkar, the heart doctor, who will show a small part of her work, was only one of those singing outside their clinics with the sweetest words. I enjoyed this week’s weekend reading her books “Kohl and Khaddab” and “Bint Lal”, and found that it is a pinnacle in Creativity, and they did not receive the lights they deserve. It is very rare to find a female doctor who replaces the scalpel with a pen, with kohl and pigment, as Dr. Eman did, who described herself as "a lover of character and a friend of the word". - The protagonist of her novel - who often made her heartbeat accelerate, and instead of treating herself, she asked him for "her head", which was not enchanted by the eyes that were decorated with kohl, and those palms that were decorated with pigments did not appeal to her.
She stopped a lot at some wonderful sentences, which were mentioned in her book "Kohl and Khaddab", and because the space is not enough to show everything that I liked, I am satisfied with a little of it. "The author" under the title "Island in an ocean" says, "The palm shade is not enough for me." I need someone who deems my unity .. He who accompanies me at night on this island .. I do not want a moon, and the day keeps it away from me .. I do not want a sun .. She does not share the darkness of the night .. I want a voice that embraces me .. a wing that embraces me .. a warmth for my hearts .. a string that teaches me the anthem". Under the title (Glory to You), Dr. Eman says, "The bars of your cilia will shade with them, I refuse to break loose, an oasis that ribs you while I seek the right of asylum ... I migrate from all ports ... You mastered your role ... You have killed me ... Glory to you. " And I leave it when I put an end to the absence that "heddeh" records in the "password" and teaches it (Sorry, sir .. Love in my world does not mean monotony .. Sorry, I professed love before writing). This is just a glow of good work that deserves to find its place in our literary scene.
