The Tale of the Slave Marquban

"The slave Marquban" is a picture of the contradictions that can haunt people without right or strong proof. This slave Marquban is like a new-age Frankenstein whose tragedy lies in the ugliness of his face. Just as people were turning away from Frankenstein and repelled by his ugliness, Marquban was suffering from the same tragedy. Where would he go or go, and his ugliness would chase him everywhere.
Marqoban expresses his tragedy and says: Like a thorn, my mother, like a thorn. In fact, the thorn is better off than me. The thorn from inside her extends outward, and I am in my heart. The thorn, my mother, extends inward, bleeding the heart, bleeding the lungs, bleeding the liver, bleeding, bleeding, until what I breathe will become thorns. Between exhalation and exhalation, only thorns come out. How I wish now that I had come into the world in the year of the sniffle, so that I would not be tormented daily. With a face uglier than the fungus of ugliness.
But the poet Ali Al-Sharqawi turns the ugly-faced outcast by the tribe members into the inspiring hero who is the reason for the tribe's victory over its enemies.