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How The Queue Unmasks the Dangers of Authoritarianism and Surveillance

Imagine a world where citizens are trapped in an unending queue, waiting for a faceless authority to dictate their fate. The Queue , a haunting dystopian novel by Egyptian author Basma Abdel Aziz, presents such a reality. Published in 2013, the novel has been widely praised for its chilling portrayal of bureaucracy, authoritarian rule, and the struggle for survival under an oppressive regime. Often compared to George Orwell’s 1984 and Franz Kafka’s The Trial , The Queue offers a thought-provoking and unsettling reflection on power, control, and human resilience. Plot Summary: The Never-Ending Wait The novel is set in an unnamed Middle Eastern country where the government, known only as "The Gate," holds absolute control over every aspect of its citizens' lives. The Gate's decisions are final and unquestionable, and people are required to wait indefinitely in an enormous queue for permission to do anything—whether it is receiving medical treatment, purchasing essenti...
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Your love is the greatest of my sorrows.



O Beloved of My Soul

Do not complain of my melancholy,
Nor be troubled by my weariness,
Your love is the greatest of my sorrows.

Here, take my face, my hand—
Read my cup and interpret for me:
How do your eyes dwell within my grief?
How do your doves invade me,
Roaming freely in my gardens and boughs?

I wake and I sleep,
Yet my visions remain restless,
Woven with silk of your hands,
Swaying to the honey of your lips and melodies.

O woman to whom I whisper my passion,
My madness, and my wounds,
Yet each confession to her
Plunges me deeper into my dreams.

O one whose brows are pharaonic,
Approaching like a graceful gazelle,
A sea that swallows me whole
With waves of tenderness.

O you whom my perfumes recognize,
And from whose eyes my colors spring forth—
A woman who reigns over my pages,
A sultana enthroned upon my poetry.

O woman who inhabits all my days,
My nights, my very time itself—
Do not fret over my unease,
Nor the tremor in my eyes and fingers.

Simply wrap me in your warmth,
Brush away my sorrow,
For your love remains
The greatest of my sorrows.

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Yassine yahya 01/02/2025 - Barcelone


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