Lantern

To the forgotten ones in this world

languishing in the margins

lost between words and lines

The neglected in the alleys

Whom are not present in the group photos

Or in phone notes

The marginalized in the path of life.

Whose spots of light do not recognize them

Though they hadn't been composing it before

They never had

To the forgotten faces in the album of life

And to those old voices coated with dust on the shelves of memory

To those whom no one knows them anymore

And no one remembers them

Or miss their absence

In fact, their sufficiency in this world is that God, the Almighty, knows them well, and this suffices them for glory, pride and honour.

I dedicate this book only to them.

By reading some books with all our senses, we are able to enjoy a spiritual connection with sentences and words, and an intellectual connection with them...

So, I embraced the book of my father, Khaled al-Jariwi, and hid among its folds with love and care. The lightness that carries light between the lines of this book tells the story of all those who will be attracted to it through its letters.

After reading the book while I was navigating it, I discovered my father again in a totally different way.

I knew him as a kind and generous man, a man of generosity and principles, in his conduct and behavior towards God, and in his dealings with people.