When we go back to history, we find that Arabic literature was present and strong in all eras until the age of decline came, which occurred immediately after the fall of Baghdad, and lasted for six centuries from Napoleon’s campaign on Egypt, through the Mamluk era and up to the Ottoman Empire, where the disregard for literature reached a degree in which the poet Al-Jazzar says: In opposition to Al-Mutanabbi:
Flesh, bone, and the knife know me… and dislocation, cutting, cleaver, and cleavage, as if history repeats itself. Just as we watched literature at a butcher’s table, we now see it as a game in the hands of those who call themselves writers, and what is resentful is that these people find someone applauding them and “puffing their feathers” even though they write to sharpen the lights, as if Writing has become a profession for those who have no profession, and you find that they focus on the cover, and excel in choosing what draws attention from the drawings, and ignore the content completely, so you find the inside pure nonsense that is not suitable, even to be a food trip. After this audience was classy in the full sense of the word, it became satisfied with a farce in the form of a cover from a person whose ultimate dreams are to issue more nonsense so that more fools can acquire it, and they depict coffee cups and colored candy next to it – of course because its content is not worthy of reading – it is very unfortunate, because most What I fear is that this decline will continue to reach the stage of fall, a fall after which it is difficult to stand up easily, that literature will lose its prestige, and pens will become within reach of everyone, that we will repeat the same scene of ruin. L, and to the last poem that was revised by Zuhair, Zuhair who used to revise a single poem for a whole year, until the so-called annals appeared, i.e. poems that take a year to write. Today, however, we find one writer who has several books per year and at an intellectual level much lower than the taste of the Arab individual who is accustomed to Al-Dalal is one of the pioneers of literature, ancient and contemporary, crushing the paradoxes.
And as I mentioned, it is not strange to find violators of literature, and it is even more strange to find those who have committed literary crimes without being held accountable, and to see poor literary production in our libraries, without passing through the scissors of the censor, after these libraries were an example of the wealth they contain. tremendous literary.
I do not know which is more severe, the farce of modern literature, or the low taste of the Arab individual?
Finally, I hope that we will all wake up from this disturbing nightmare, and that literature will return to its dignity after these bubbles disappear, and pens are left to their owners.