As we celebrate the 70th anniversary of luminary poet Amal Donqul, he is remembered by his friend.
I first saw Amal Donqul in 1972. I was still an adolescent in love with his first book, Weeping between the Arms of Zarqaa Al Yamama. I was too young then to form critical grounds for my admiration of the book, which amounted to a kind of hero-worship of its writer. Now I know to a great extent why I loved that book.
