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“My mind was like a sharp knife, cutting with cold effectiveness, I paid no attention to the astonishment of the teachers, the admiration or envy of my schoolmates... I was busy with this wonderful machine with which I had been endowed. I was cold as a field of ice, nothing in the world could shake me... After three years the headmaster – who was an Englishman – said to me, "This country hasn't got the scope for that brain of yours, so take yourself off..." This is a fact in my life: the way chance has placed in my path people who gave me a helping hand at every stage, people for whom I had no feelings of gratitude; I used to take their help as though it were some duty they were performing for me.”

Quote by Tayeb Salih

Book:Season of Migration to the North
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Season of Migration to the North

This novel delves into the lives of individuals navigating a harsh, changed world, focusing on the complexities of human relationships and the search for belonging. more

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Tayeb Salih
Tayeb Salih

Tayeb Salih was a distinguished Sudanese writer whose works delved into the intricacies of Sudanese society. Born on July 12, 1929, Salih's literary career spanned several decades, during which he authored numerous novels, short stories, and essays. His most celebrated novel, 'Season of Migration to the North', is a critical masterpiece and has been translated into numerous languages. more

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