The Bamboo Stalk

Why did my sitting under the tree bother my mother? Was she afraid that I would sprout roots deep in the earth, making my return to my father's land impossible? Perhaps, but even roots sometimes mean nothing. If only I were like a bamboo plant... belonging nowhere... We cut a piece of its stem... plant it, without roots, in any soil... The stem doesn't take long to sprout new roots... growing anew... in a new land... without a past... without memory... It doesn't care about people's different names for it... Kawayan in the Philippines... Khayzuran in Kuwait... or Bamboo elsewhere.

• Category: Arabic Novels

• Number of pages: 396 pages