On the shores of a multi-colored sea, in the village of Far-Khor, there lived a young girl named Mamlakat. She was very young and very beautiful. She was so young that she didn't really know how beautiful she was. She lived with her father and her brother. His brother, Nasredine, had been a soldier. He had come back from the war, neither mean nor cruel, but a little... crazy. More precisely, that's what all the neighbors thought, but Mamlakat knew that her brother understood and remembered much better than many others who considered themselves normal.
More than anything, Mamlakat loved the theater. She acted herself and in the amateur dance ensemble she played the role of the watermelon. But it wasn't real theater and real actors were, for Mamlakat, the most magnificent beings in the world. Once after a show she was taken to meet someone who called himself an actor. Unfortunately the meeting took place at night, in the dark, and Mamlakat didn't really get to see her seducer for the evening. It was that night that Khabiboula, Mamlakat's son, was conceived. And it is he who tells the sometimes happy, sometimes sad adventures that took place with his young mother before he was even born.
