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i'm loving Kanafani in short story format. His style, it just works. There's this kind of irony that envelops all his stories, that knowing that no matter what you try to do, life will conspire in a way to make you fail. It reminded me of Camus, though i don't think Kanafani's point was to talk about the plight of the Human Existence in general, but the reality of the Life of the Palestinian, but both converged into that same feeling of powerlessness in a world that doesn't make sense.