I am a Palestinian author attempting to complete a fictional novel. The novel is a vehicle for relaying memories to the coming generations of Muslims, ie a repository of ancestral memories.

Because of the subject matter, coupled with the fact that I am writing in the English language, and living in the West, it has been an uphill battle, alhamdulilLah.

But I am extremely hesitant to give up. Though I was raised in a very small village in Palestine (a population of only 800), my proficiency with the English language is suburb, alhamdulilLah. And, because I was raised in this small village, before the modern world had managed to creep in and take hold, I am uniquely situated to express and record for the Muslim Ummah a world which, I am sad to say, is undergoing vast and drastic changes. Thus, I feel an obligation to write this novel. For my kids, and all of the children of the Muslimeen, in hopes that when they come of age, they may be able to read about alBayt alMukaddas and it's lands, and be reminded of the Good.

I have previously published a short story in a very reputable literary journal and was for a time  'one of the best poets' in the city I reside in. That is not my quote. I say this not in arrogance, but so that you, the reader, know that my call to you isn't the foolish desire of  an  aspiring 'artist', but rather the serious, and perhaps even grave, attempt of a Muslim to use his little knowledge to benefit (in a very small way!) the Ummah as a whole.

I will post the first chapter somewhere, so that you may read a sample and judge for yourself.

I am hoping to dedicate myself wholly to this project, without needing to kowtow to ideologies (ie non-muslim publishing houses) which would have me alter or corrupt the narrative.

And for this reason I am here.

And AsSalamu Alakum waRahmat Allah