Salem Street

Salem Street is a homeland. Stolen and reclaimed, a style owned by those who struggled for it. In truth, it is not yet a homeland. It is a dream, like all our homelands. It has forgotten heroes and unknown soldiers. It has rebels and challengers of authority, and it has the submissive. It has many contractors, and some palaces they live in, separate from themselves and others. And it has a young girl who possesses no weapon but her pen... and the eyes of a Peshmerga fighter. Dreamy, eager eyes, needing more, above a mouth of refusal to be completed. In Salem Street, there are also executioners, victims, and the poor who are scapegoats and frustrated revolutionaries. Messages were hidden, the life of everything that dreams of changing reality, of taking a step towards the homeland of the dream was not revealed. Salem Street is a homeland; a homeland that was stolen, reclaimed, and stolen again from those who struggled for it. In truth, it has not yet become a complete homeland; like all our homelands, it remains a dream. It includes forgotten heroes and unknown soldiers, rebels and defiance of authority, as well as the subjugated. There are numerous contractors and some mansions whose owners live lives beyond the imagination of others. Amidst all this, a girl stands out, armed only with her pen... and the dreamy eyes of a Peshmerga fighter. These eyes, brimming with determination, are ever watchful, having seen more than is permitted, provoking a mouth that refuses to be silenced.
On Salem Street, you will find executioners and victims, the oppressed sacrificed, and disillusioned revolutionaries. Threatening messages loom, ready to extinguish the spirits of those who dare to dream of changing reality and advancing toward a homeland of dreams. This novel is a living testament, in which a Kurd, speaking in Arabic, expresses the suffering inflicted upon him by his homeland, and the pain he endures as he watches it suffer.