From the heart of the experience of writer Nabil Nouri to Kazar Mohan, who was born to an Iraqi father and a Moroccan mother, and spent the first twenty years of his life "without a nationality", the novel "Sidi Consul Babel" was born, issued by Dar Ibn Al-Nafees for publishing and distribution.

And this work, according to its writer, is "an account of the life of his main character, which has rippled between events and situations dominated by contradictions, the first of which was that he was a son and a buzzword, and he had no nationality." He adds that between the lines of this work: "It teaches us that man is always the one who makes the difference in his surroundings, and the souls of the people around him." Bad behavior turns an oasis into a desert, and noble behavior creates hope among the sands.

The writer promises his readers that, amid the details, they will find “an anatomy and description of society in the eyes of the child. Far from the compliments and patching the facts.” “There is nothing more valuable than the person himself. There is no higher goal than him. Creating an image, rather it comes by giving life and creating hope in the souls.

The writer states that “everyone knows the forest with its laws, not its values.” Then he asks: “Are we the inhabitants of the jungle? Or the inhabitants of civilization?”, Before adding: “In form it is possible for us to be deceived, but as the proverb says:“ Satan is in the details. ” . "; It is "the silent speaker between the words and conversations of the characters; a silence that will creep into your depths so that you can hear with your own feelings what words failed him in front of him, even as she screamed."

Nabil Nouri dedicated his work to Kazar Mohan to his mother "who will not read these words", and to his children and grandchildren in the future, calling them to never despair and to always remember that the voice of hope within them is not an illusion but a promise that has a time and is fulfilled, and to the Society of Land of Humans and his friends. And everyone who was brought by fate to read these lines, wishing him a happy journey, and leaving the door of hope open: "May we meet one day."

The novel "My Lord Consul of Babylon", according to the back of its cover, tells the life of a citizen of two ancient states, and the history of two civilizations stretching from Babylon and Assyria to the Atlas Mountains. However, these two civilizations "refused to eradicate the umbilical cord of a fetus, which launched its first cry announcing the advent of the world, and warning history to free him the identity of a citizen."

Here "begins the journey of loss of self and the loss of its equivalent in this lonely world, and for very long years, neither fair nor comforting, not to mention the indifference of those who hold the pen in his hand, and who can transform the impossible possible." All this takes place "only because they do not want to extract material from the spirit of law and exploit it in humane matters, which extracts those who are drowning in a sea of ​​no decision, looking for a straw to cling to, hoping to have a lifeline."

And this novel tells, according to the same source, "a journey of strong determination and flogging of its counterpart, for an Arab young man who refused to leave the neck of the bottle, and he repeated his attempts without boredom until fate submitted." "If fate wills.