A few wordsMany friendly inquiries were received, asking about the reasons for this column's absence for weeks, during which abundant waters flowed under the bridges of crises, some of which spawned from others in the region and the world.A writer, like a warrior, is allowed to rest, to take a break from the fatigue of staying up late and the hardship of traveling through the wilderness of crises, and on the edges of developments, which no sooner stop than they return again, like darkness in a deep sea covered by waves upon waves upon clouds.There are moments when one becomes frustrated by the bleakness of the scene and the unfortunate turn of events, so he suppresses his despair, conceals his helplessness, and resorts to silence so that his frustration does not seep through the cracks of his words, affecting people as it affected him. For if a writer feels despair, he must keep it to himself and not reveal it to others, as negative emotions spread in the air like viruses.The silence was not a retreat, but rather a moment of reflection necessitated by the need to distance oneself a little from the noise of successive events, to view the scene from a distance that allows for reading the complete picture, not just its scattered fragments.This column returns anew, monitoring events, reading the map of developments, analyzing new occurrences, and standing as much as possible at the frontiers of crises, exploring the limits of outcomes with keen insight, without any exaggerations; attempting to untangle knots rather than merely observing them. For the writer's task today is not merely to describe the tragedy, but rather to search for commonalities and to illuminate the darkness in the sea of shadows where crises multiply, in a region that produces more questions than it offers answers.A salute to the passion of dear readers, always present in the details of this free space that they visit whenever the morning breathes.
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A Writer's Break!