“Here in Fasteen, if they write pictures with blood, how can we see flowers and parrots?. Farnas held her close to him and whispered in her ears; “I love you very much. But I love Palestine more than you.” Now Farnas has the face of a fighter.
He says in a voice that only he can hear. Time will surely tame you. Time will surround us in realism! These are not my words. The words of Murid Barghuzi.
For some reason her eyes are full. Controlling her emotions, she told Farnas. “I am also with you.” Holding it together again, Farnas added; “Alamiya, you are also with Palestine.”
(Love of thunderbolts-P.K. Parakkad).
I was also in burning Lebanon with my mind when I wrote Love of Thunder. I knew Nisar Qabbani, Adonis, Younzi Alhaj, Shawqi Abishakra and Mahmoud Darweesh were laughing at the revolution amid the bombs and bullets. I watched those who had written love songs in lightning filling their pens with gunpowder and writing poems. For them, the new era was a blooming wild animal… In the introduction to the love of thunderbolts, P.K. These are the words written by Parakkadav.
Through 17 chapters, the love of the Palestinian people is imparted to the reader through the love of the thunderbolts. Of course, the author who writes such a piece cannot help but be in Lebanon at least in his mind. The politics of so many Palestinian fighters is drawn everywhere in this novel. This love journey is the same as the politics that need to be joined together. Most of the Parakkadav writings are non-narrative. It is customary to enter directly into the story and its politics. However, those conventions are broken here. There are characters and situations. All the troubles that the Palestinian people are experiencing are in each line of this novel. That’s why Farnas has to hold her close to him and whisper in her ears, “I love you so much. But I love Palestine more than you…
In the introduction to this novel, Satchidanandan writes, “This short novel, astonishing with poetry, love, solidarity with the Palestinian fighters, insight into human life in the troubled region, and a wonderful handshake, is a perfect example of how to handle political issues artistically.” ‘. Each line of this novel will be an experience testimony to these words.
`guardian of the mezan stones’; A novel that can be read in one sitting, not in one sitting. That’s the novel that Nowai accompanies, Guardian of the Meezan Stones. Meesan stone is a witness of life from Pokkle Kodi to Pallikad. The novel ends with, “You are sleeping. Do not let weeds take root in you. Don’t let the birds fly over you. sleep You sleep peacefully. I am guarding you with a meesan kallai. Endless guard. I might just keep telling stories.’ This is a novel full of the word story. The reader and what he experiences on the way of reading this novel will be the stories that emerge in him. Each chapter manages to create a mind that gives birth to a thousand stories.
In this novel, it is said that to check the history of a country, it is enough to read the story books published at that time. For the writer who fills his stories with yesterday and today, the story becomes his political activity. The love of thunderbolts and the guarding of Meesan stones remind the reader of these two novels. That’s why historical moments come. Novels are taking us along without telling us to just read them.
Parakkadav says that a work of art is created when life is squeezed out and a penance is added with some tears and tears. However, the reader is given the authority to even call it a lack of story. But how can you call the writing that is burnt in the reader as lack of story. Not much to say, the novel is filling up with new stories…
