The worshipper and the rabble
Author's name: Elham Linjawi
After conducting an extensive study spanning two years and a few months on the relationship between pre-Islamic Arab idols and Masonic symbols, I dug my teeth furiously into the end of Ottoman rule in the Hejaz, slowly uncovering the buried historical truth. With one eye, I looked at history, with the other at romanticism, and with the third, within my mind, beyond human nature. I did so through the novel's protagonists: a devout woman, a lascivious man, and Laqis, the daughter of Satan. I let my emotions take control as I wrote a classic, old-fashioned romantic novel. I wove its letters with a Hijazi needle, stacked with threads of the orgy of worn-out reality and with imaginative fabrics patched with narratives of social issues connected to the depths of Arab women's issues. I made three vows to myself: First, to convey the true events of the story I lived with that devout woman, in all their details, but with my own arrangements and without social restrictions. Second, to excite the reader's imagination with constructive feminine chatter and charge him with an intense dose of provocative imagination, so that he can decipher the symbols with the radiance of his conscience, each time I expand the circle, until his mind wanders, then I surround him with a world of myths where reality blends with the unseen, the present with the past, and life with death in the headquarters of the dwellings of the talismanic idols, buried for thousands of years, under the abandoned house of "Khalil" in the Al-Ammariyah neighborhood of Jeddah. There, the events of the story are monitored under its roof, and the walls of the novel are behind its wall. Third, the reader appears on the horizon, traveling in a time machine, on an exciting journey with the machine, Sirah, the treacherous worshipper, whom Laqis, the daughter of Satan, chose to accomplish through her the great mission of unleashing her nine brothers upon her, from the rebels, goblins, and devils, so that Satan’s kingdom and his ancient authority would remain in the depths of the furrows.