The Spiral (Novel)

“It is your clothes,” I said when I gave Omar the plastic bag at the door.  “Do you think it is my problem now?” he said while staring at me, as I insulted him.  “I am sorry!” I said, and looked at the wall trying to avoid his eyes.  “You do not need to apologize for your cruelty. No one has apologized to you for all these traumas that they created inside you,” he said, continuing to stare at me for a while before abruptly leaving. The walls turned around me in a circle after circle, faster and faster, and they did not stop. I got dizzy and stumbled toward the closest seat where I dropped myself. The walls did not stop spinning. They just turned into images from my past going through a gallery. I was too weak to resist.   What do you expect from a woman who was bitten by Dracula? Should she not be a vampire? There is no monster in this world. There are only wounded people who have not healed yet, and if you do not heal your wounds , you ...

    Life and its options are not results of human creativity, but man is one of many manifestations of life's creativities. It is exactly like an election that gives you the freedom to choose between two candidates. You can choose to vote for Clinton, Trump or not vote at all. It is a freedom of c hoices between limited options… between staying in Iraq and moving to America… western absolute nihilism or eastern excessive certainty… absence of the meaning or its excessive presence… ugly truth or comfortable illusion…disenchantment or keeping the world as “a great enchanted garden” …Saddam Hussein or America, and America or ISIS.   My parents were the Iraqi Romeo and Juliet. My father was Shia and my mother Sunni. At that time, there was no problem between Shia and Sunni until they had to accept a mixed marriage. My mother accepted my father's proposal on one condition which was to name their kids Omar if they got a boy and Aisha if they got a girl, and they got only me. ...