The blind Kalashnikov player

Alaa Zarifa cuts through the branches of metaphor and complex language, presenting them as clearly as the ruin that has settled over what remains of this once beautiful and great country. His textual structure and linguistic structures are far removed from the "luxury" of language, because the subject matter of the text is not worthy of the luxury of the Andalusians or the French! It is a ruin that must be explained, embodied, and buried in poems and language that can be understood and by which it is understood...
It is a collection of poetry of extreme beauty, pain, and privacy, derived from the specificity of the poet's own biography. And so, no! Alaa Zarifa is by no means blind here, and he only speaks of war, brutality, death, poverty, oppression, and the linguistic exaggeration that a great text does not require.

Hani Nadim
From the Introduction