Zahir, in Arabic, means visible, present, incapable of going unnoticed.
I don't understand how I could have forgotten this book. It's only after reading little pieces of it do I remember the lessons this book taught me. Why is it that we need to be constantly reminded of what is really important?
A famous novelist’s wife, a war correspondent, has disappeared along with a friend who may or may not be her lover. Was she kidnapped, murdered or did she simply escape a marriage that left her unfulfilled? In his attempt to find a lost love, he discovers something unexpected about himself.
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