Historical facts are attracted by written or oral sayings, and every saying is subject to inclinations and not to the truth.
I say this, after strenuous attempts to trace the biography of a historical figure that I wanted to write a novel about, and I have never indulged in writing a fictional character because I believe that if a novel enters history, it will be a prisoner of facts that does not enable the imagination to be released, just as the absence of truth makes the novel blasphemous. Between statements that are not correct, as the historian tends, the novelist will find himself inclined to confirm sayings that may deviate from the truth by great distances, and the novelist writer, like any blogger, is denied impartiality, and I believe that there is no impartial writing, no matter how much the writer claims that he stood on the fence.
For a while – not long ago – I was busy searching for a historical period that passed through Medina, and whenever I caught a thread it led me to intertwined, branching threads, and with the importance of the event, the overlapping of personalities, the abundance of documents, and the expansion of the narration space between several countries, tomorrow the collection of discordant events in (Spindle) One needs narrative games that break the dilation of time, and select the most important of the events.
And I'm still in a state of (Sharbakah) I think I'm going to be a prisoner of those cobwebs.
This saying was previously spoken as an opening to a big question that went into several parts, as follows:
– Were the (holy belongings) that were sent to the Levant and then to Istanbul recovered?
– As far as I know, the recovery of these holdings has not been returned or has not been decided upon, and this calls for the concerned authorities in the country to move to recover a legacy that has a rare privacy, since the holdings are sacred to the country, and belong to the Prophet’s Mosque in particular, and if you want to return to history as books, or serials The reader or the viewer has the opportunity to return to explore between what is rumored and the facts of history in its time, and to confirm that neutrality is denied, whether by the writer or the reader, as reality buries the facts of history, and historical events remain the corpses that days drag behind them.
Abdou Khal