You probably know Jorge Luis Borges? He was a contemporary of the writer Julio Cortázar. Argentine writers.

*** You probably know Jorge Luis Borges? He was a contemporary of the writer Julio Cortázar. Argentine writers. Borges, it turns out, was a librarian, and in the excitement-filled foreword by the translator Sharif Ahmad he is greatly extolled. By the way, the book's title is "Approach to Al-Mu'tasim", a product of Akademnashr. I read two of his writings that are called stories. The first is about Averroes. This man is actually Ibn Rushd. You can ask Google or the lying ChatGPT about Ibn Rushd. The gist of the story is that Ibn Rushd, reading Aristotle's Poetics, sits there not understanding the terms tragedy and comedy. Then one of his companions tells him about a theater performance he saw in China. In fact, his words were the key to understanding tragedy and comedy, but Averroes does not realize it. Writing a commentary on the Poetics, he notes that tragedy is a eulogy and comedy a curse. That is, that is how he understands these terms. Borges, like all Western prose writers, climbs up high and looks down disdainfully on all of humanity; especially, without understanding Islam, he freely passes judgment on the scholars of Islam. Yet his views on Islam are extremely shallow and one-sided, and beneath his approach one senses the view that religion is a product of the human mind. "Approach to Al-Mu'tasim" must be an essay, about a work of the same name. He reads and compares two editions of this work and writes his opinion. He says that this work was written under the inspiration of Hazrat Fariduddin Attar's epic "Mantiq ut-Tayr". Analyzing the book "Approach to Al-Mu'tasim", he accuses its author of moving away from realism at a later stage. That is, in the first edition of the work the events were true to life, while in the next they took on a fantastical character. That is, Borges does not like the appearance in the work of the idea that all roads lead to the One God. In fact, I thought that what he disliked was not the idea, but the writer's crossing over to the side of faith. Borges, so highly praised, of whom it is said that reading him requires preparation and that he is not for average readers but for elite ones, seems to me just an ordinary scribbler; if piling together dense descriptions, all kinds of personal and geographical names, allusions to events, fantasies and descriptions of obsessions, and drawing them into one line is considered art, then perhaps for someone Borges is a great writer; but for me he evoked the image of a person who remained in a child's mentality and lives wavering among questions, who limited the world to matter, and who went through life holding the vague view that behind matter there is a higher mind. Now Borges lovers may reject this; this was my personal view.