Grief guards

In the worlds of Taj Al-Sir, there is a reality steeped in its realism and a fantasy that runs wild in its frivolity. There, in that space of sharp contradictions, tragedy coexists with sarcastic humor. There, newborns are thrown into landfills, but there, too, they are cared for and picked up by a woman who is always the same shrewd one. There, a teenager dies before receiving the Pelé shoe he dreamed of wearing, while a boy who never dreamed of it receives it. There, too, a fortune teller cures her mother of wishful thinking while the story's hero seriously wonders if he killed the manager. No, it's not an unconnected narrative. It is just condensed, it is just a miniature model of life and its characters with their tragedies and joys, their innocence and malice, their diverse tendencies, and their eternal bewilderment in front of mirrors... "In the worlds of Taj AlSir, there is a reality submerged in its facts and a fantasy rampant in its unruliness. There, tragedy coexists with satirical humor in sharp contradictions. Newborns are thrown into garbage dumps, but a clever woman sympathizes with them and takes them in. A teenager passes away dreaming of wearing a pair of Pelé football boots, while that same pair is eagerly given to a child who never dared to dream of it. A fortune teller treats her mother's wishful thinking, while the protagonist of the story seriously wonders if he is the one who killed the manager. No, it's not an incoherent narrative. It's simply condensed, it's just a miniature model of life and its characters with their tragedies and joys, their innocence and cunning, their diverse inclinations, and their eternal bewilderment in front of mirrors...”