Come on, wake the sun (Arabic Book)

Ziza, the sixth child, is overflowing with an overflowing tenderness that seeps from the simple things around him. He looks out onto the world of adults with his wonderful orange tree dreams, which confuse their norms. He searches for a compassionate hand, even if it is just a trembling illusion on the page of a solitary river. Now, he is separated from his family, eleven years old, alone, longing, neatly dressed, cold from loneliness, pulled taut like a string between middle school and piano lessons.