article · Issue No. 8, September 1948 · p. 36 p. 37

Read: Gibran Khalil Gibran by Mikhail Naimy

اقرأي: جبران خليل جبران لميخائيل نعيمه

"The Woman's Voice" is most anxious always to present its readers with new sections holding good, benefit, and profit.

This section may well be among the best sections of this magazine, for we do not want our woman to attend to the polishing of the body alone; we want her to attend also to the polishing of the spirit, so that her culture may grow steadily, and her atmosphere be lit by that spiritual ray which serious reading sends into the depths of the soul.

We were alerted to this by a question from one of our respected readers, asking about the books a woman would do well to read; that was an incentive for the editorial staff of "The Woman's Voice" to labor earnestly toward this end. There was no avoiding continuous work, wide acquaintance, and varied readings for us to be able to give our reader an excellent cultural nourishment. We have taken great care that these selected books be among those the Arab woman ought to read, books it will never do to ignore; and in this we shall make no distinction between one language and another, for we believe that high culture has no language — it is all-embracing, and no language bounds it.

Gibran Khalil Gibran
— by Mikhail Naimy —

Gibran — Naimy: two noble faces in Arabic letters. Long centuries may pass while the Arab world yearns for the like of these two noble faces... For in both of them were embodied all the great powers hidden away in this nation. And if God — in whom Gibran believed,

and in whom Naimy believed — begrudged the Arab world Gibran at the very height of his fame, He has not begrudged us Mikhail — may God prolong his life. It is as though He who wills all things willed that Mikhail Naimy should remain, to write about his beloved friend this book, which is in truth the most enduring and most magnificent thing an Arab pen has yet left behind, in all that Arab pens have written.

"Gibran Khalil Gibran" is a magnificent canvas in the magnificent art, written by a man sure of himself and of his pen, about a man whose like life begrudges in every generation.

In this book are passages in which Naimy portrayed that tangled, complicated inner nature of Gibran's, which aspired to what is loftier than the dust and than the illusions of flesh and blood, while the dust drew him back to its breast.

In this book we find Gibran as Mikhail Naimy knew him — in his weakness and his strength, in the joys of his heart and its pains, in his poverty and in his wealth, in his dust and in his gold... We find the Gibran of life, not the Gibran of legends...

Gibran had become a legend among his own people and in his own country — a legend wrapped in mist; and it alarmed Mikhail Naimy, Gibran's intimate companion, that Gibran should become a legend in his own country. So he wrote this great book about his friend. Naimy did not forget that his book would anger many people, and that many would find in it an opening for gossip; but that did not concern him. He said his say about Gibran, and it was hard and severe: he called him to account in it for thought and word and even intention... He accompanied him from the first "waa-waa" to the last rattle, from birth to death, so that Gibran stood before us a man complete in his humanity — great because he is a human being who loves and hates, who is chaste and who is dissolute, who struggles and who weakens. Naimy excelled in depicting this violent struggle within Gibran, this conflict between the body and the spirit. And Gibran's greatness rests precisely in this conflict that breaks out between the divine and the human in him — between what is, and what wills to be...

The book opens with an awesome chapter, the chapter of "The Death Agony"... a throat gurgling the last gurgle of death, in St. Vincent's Hospital in New York.

How magnificent that gurgle in Gibran's throat, which Naimy describes in words of blood and of fire...

Naimy's book on Gibran is a great tome such as Arab pens will not, for generations, be granted to equal, in the magnificence of its style and the depth of its thought...

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