A Bison In The Tree

About the Book

"Th e door was unlocked. He went in and locked it behind him. The room was warm.On the faint dusk light that came from the opening in the wall, he could see Peaceam lying on the bed without any piece of cloth on. She stretched her hands to Sam who was taking his shirt off . He hurried to join her, but he stood beside the bed contemplating her in the fading light and murmured, “Amazing!” Then he jumped on the bed beside her. He thrilled to the magic of her finger touch, of her shining eyes, of her voice that fell with soft music on his ears and on his emotions,and of the sweet lavender perfume that came from her physical map which was beautifully drawn on her bed.That bed, her bed, would soon be their bed. Peaceam felt that there was something taking mind about Sam, a marvel that was going to live with her in the same room and to charm her. She should be a very beautiful woman, of angelic beauty, that Sam the White had preferred her to all of the beautiful white women of his race. Sam’s face stuck to Peaceam’s neck as she had a little of that perfume below her ears and perhaps somewhere else, he would recognize soon."

About the Author

I am a Jordanian and Jordan is a small country in the Middle East. Although its natural resources are so limited and the standard of living is low, it had to receive refugees from the neighboring areas. First of all, two waves of the Palestinian refugees in 1948/49 and in 1967. They are almost two million people living in more than a dozen of camps and everywhere in Jordan. Then hundreds of thousands of the Iraqis came between 1990 and 2003 and after. Most of them returned to Iraq recently but tens of thousands of them are still here. Then in 2011, the Syrian refugees started to come. There are about two hundred thousand Syrians now in Jordan and new camps are established weekly. As Jordan is neither a powerful country nor rich, the UN agencies and the whole world should lend a hand to these refugees and to the Jordanian government, too. As a graduate, I was qualified to work for one of these UN agencies for six years. I had to meet a lot of these refugees who live in the worst conditions one may fancy. A lot of them are widows, orphans, handicapped, of deformed faces, hungry, poor and with a lot of diseases. Lack of electricity, water and fuel and the other hygienic and educational services which are so limited or missing pushed a lot of them to risk their lives and their children's lives and cross the borders going back to their countries. A lot of them died, executed or imprisoned there. All of this suffering is the war outcomes, regardless of the nature of this or that war. The theme of the story I wrote is (the suffering of war and that peace, love and patience is the only substitute for war).
Awad M. Sharar