{"product_id":"9789933725525","title":"Ghimri, I almost became an imam.","description":"\u003ch1 style=\"text-align: center;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: rgb(255, 128, 0);\"\u003eGhaimari: I Almost Became an Imam\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/h1\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003ch2 style=\"text-align: center;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: rgb(0, 0, 0);\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eAuthor: George Mansour\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/h2\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"text-align: center;\"\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp style=\"text-align: center;\"\u003eThis book is not to be read as a traditional autobiography that reorders life according to a reassuring timeline, nor as political memoirs seeking to justify stances or retrospectively polish affiliations. It is a text that calls the very concept of autobiography into question, treating it not as a natural extension of life, but as an intellectual act fraught with responsibility. Here, experience is not invoked as material for nostalgia or testimony, but as an extended moral test, where the value of what an individual lived through is measured by their ability to expose their internal cracks when passing through great machines: history, the party, exile, and memory itself. The importance of this book lies in its distrust of narrative as an innocent act. Every sentence written here seems aware of being a choice, and every recollection of the past is tinged with an implicit moral question: Who is speaking now? The person who lived the event, or the person who survived it? From this perspective, the essential value of the text lies not in the facts it presents, but in the way those facts are linguistically and intellectually reordered, and in the narrator's awareness of the limits of memory, and its capacity to betray as much as to preserve. From the first pages, George Mansour places his reader before the dilemma of modern biography, not as a technical problem, but as a moral crisis: Is life written as it was lived, with all its confusion and misjudgment, or as it is intended to be understood later, after the storms have settled and meanings have been reformulated? This tension is clearly stated when he says: “I hesitated greatly before putting a period on a line, because I didn't fully trust the fairness of my memory… Do I write as I lived, or as it is supposed to be written now? It is the struggle between honesty and expediency.” This statement does not function as a rhetorical prelude or a formal confession, but as a strict reading contract: the text will not claim innocence, nor will it present itself as a narrative of salvation. From here, the biography begins, not as a story about the self, but as an indictment of it; not as a center of meaning, but as a fragile site, prone to error, and obliged to bear the consequences of what it remembers… and what it chooses to forget.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"Bait El Kutub","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47063737663642,"sku":"9789933725525","price":45.0,"currency_code":"AED","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0603\/9335\/7466\/files\/8301975C-E520-42A1-89A9-4605D87FFD4F.png?v=1769880492","url":"https:\/\/bookfanar.com\/en\/products\/9789933725525","provider":"Book Fanar","version":"1.0","type":"link"}