Twelve years away from Damascus was not enough for Fawz Haddad to feel the weight of a stranger; writing kept him in his home country, reading filled his void, and characters of his novels made Damascus present with him wherever he was.
Twelve years away from Damascus was not enough for Fawz Haddad to feel the weight of a stranger; writing kept him in his home country, reading filled his void, and characters of his novels made Damascus present with him wherever he was.