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The Granada Trilogy by Radwa Ashour: A Tale of Loss, Identity, and Resistance

  Radwa Ashour’s Granada Trilogy ( Thulāthiyyat Ghirnāḍa in Arabic) is one of the most profound and evocative works in contemporary Arabic literature. Published in the mid-1990s, the trilogy comprises three novels: Granada (1994), Mariam (1995), and The Departure (1995). Together, they tell the story of the aftermath of the Reconquista, when the Muslim population of Andalusia faced expulsion, forced conversions, and cultural erasure following the fall of Granada in 1492. Ashour masterfully intertwines historical events with the intimate lives of her characters, creating a poignant narrative about identity, resilience, and the power of memory. Radwa Ashour: A Brief Biography Radwa Ashour (1946–2014) was an Egyptian novelist, academic, and literary critic. Born in Cairo, she was known for her commitment to issues of social justice and her deep engagement with history and culture. Ashour studied English literature at Cairo University and later earned her Ph.D. in African-American...

"Closed"

 




In a small tavern,

I sat, weary and worn..
The rain fell outside,
Thunder rumbled and lightning flashed,
In my hand, a bouquet of roses,
Yet she did not come; I am fatigued..

Long minutes passed,
I gather, I subtract, I divide,
I build palaces, I conquer deserts,
I cut through valleys, I babble like a fool..

I travel from pole to pole,
To the farthest sea in a small boat..

I watch the door; she may arrive,
I watch my watch..
I stroke my beard,
I sip my glass,
In the throat of time,
I flow,
While my heart has frozen in my chest
And my soul nearly perished.

I am tired, I am bored,
And the chair has become like a furnace,
As if the vase mocks me,
And the roses have turned to mercury.

Will she come? No! She has not come; I am weary..

My reverie reached my ears,
And distraction has shackled me at the elbow.

At that moment, she sat beside me,
“Forgive me, my love, for I gleam..
I have longed for you and my heart..
For your absence, it has grieved.”

Then weariness collapsed, and the ice melted,
And that small boat arrived in safety,
I kissed her hand..
And I danced with her,
And in her fragrance, I drowned,
I called the waiter,
“Please: two glasses,
And a sign on the door,
That reads ‘Closed.’”

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