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Introducing the book This Blinding Absence of Light
The novel Death of Light is the work of a Goncourt Prize-winning novelist set in a concentration camp in the Moroccan desert. Tahir bin Jalun, in his novel Death of Light, which sold well immediately after its publication and was praised by critics, has turned a description of real and terrifying events into a work of fiction. The novel Death of Light tells the story of forced labor camps; Prisons in Morocco that King Hassan II used to confine his political enemies to cramped, dark underground cells. The prisoners in these camps received only enough food and water so that they would not die or feel alive.
Things went on like this until in September 1991, the Hassan regime, under international pressure, was forced to open these hellish crypts. A small number of survivors [moving corpses about 30 centimeters short] emerge from their tiny underground cells decades later. Following the story of one of these survivors, Ben Jalun presents a shocking novel to the audience in very simple and clear language; A novel that depicts the unlimited boundaries of cruelty and oppression, and the incredible power of the will.
Tahir bin Jaloun is a Moroccan poet and writer who writes in French and was born on December 1, 1944 in Fez, Morocco. Since 1972, various articles by him have been published in Le Monde magazine. Ben Jellon received his Ph.D. in social psychology in 1975 and wrote a solo cell based on his experiences as a psychotherapist. In 1985, he wrote the book The Child of Soil, for which he became famous, and in 1987, he won the Goncourt Prize for his book The Holy Night, the sequel to The Child of the Soil.

Excerpts from the book Death of Light
We were buried. They buried us and left a small hole for us to breathe. The size of the hole was just enough to get the minimum amount of air you needed to breathe, to live long enough and live long enough to pay the ransom. In this prison, the speed of death was adjusted so that it would come to us slowly, entertain us, and keep us busy all the time. Our time when we were no longer human and the time of those who were still watching us. What came to mind in these circumstances? Safe from “slowness”! Kennedy, the main enemy who puts on our death shirts and gives our wounds enough time to stay open and not heal. The slowness that makes our hearts beat with the pleasant song of half-dead people. It was as if we had to turn off slowly. It was as if we were a candle away from ourselves.
It is in difficult situations that the most trivial things become wonderful and lovable.
I have learned never to judge people’s personalities. What right do I have to judge? I am a human being just like any other human being.
We were buried. They buried us and left a small hole for us to breathe. The size of the hole was just enough to get at least the air we needed to breathe, to live long enough to live at night enough to pay the ransom. In this prison, the speed of death was adjusted so that it would come to us slowly, entertain us, and keep us busy all the time.
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