Nothing but love

These are not new poems by a deceased poet. This collection is a selection of poetry that has not faded with the passing of its author. Nizar Qabbani left behind a wealth of poems, poems that have become a source of sustenance and inspiration for all Arabs. From them, they have drawn lyrics for their songs, poems for their love stories, and expressions of patriotism. In this new collection, we have selected poems from his legacy, presenting them thematically in four sections, highlighting their prominent figures in the worlds of Arabic literature, music, and journalism.
From this collection of selected poems centered on the theme of love, Palestine revolves, and its characters are lost within its orbit. A writer who is not the most widely read in the Arab world, she shares a long and profound literary and human connection with Nizar Qabbani, a connection so deep it borders on identification. He wrote in her book "Memory of the Flesh": "Did Ahlam Mosteghanemi, in her novel, write me without realizing it? She, like me, attacked the blank page with boundless beauty, boundless ferocity, and boundless madness." These are not new poems by a departed poet. This is a selection of poems that have not faded with the passing of their author. Nizar Qabbani left behind many poems that have become a treasure and a reference for all Arabs. Among them are lyrics they chose for their songs and verses to describe their love stories, in addition to expressions that highlight their patriotism. In this new collection, we have selected the poems left behind and published them according to four themes, presented by stars in the worlds of Arab literature, music, and journalism. This selection of poems about love presents a writer whose books revolve around this very theme, and whose characters flourish from it. She is not only one of the most widely read writers in the Arab world, but also someone who shares a long and profound literary and personal relationship with Nizar Qabbani. Commenting on her book "Memory of the Flesh," he said: "Was Ahlam Mosteghanemi writing about me without realizing it? She, just like me, was attacking the blank page with unparalleled beauty, endless violence, and unfathomable madness."