He was born in Damascus, Syria, in 1927, and passed to the eternal in 1996. As a small child, he was distinguished by his superior abilities in matters of general culture. He gave his special and tender virtues to his students during the few years he taught. At the same time, he studied at the Faculty of Law in Damascus, which he graduated with the highest grade. He was noted for his sensibilities. He fought against the poverty and injustice that plagued the Syrian people during his lifetime. He worked as a lawyer on a mission, but he discovered the writer's flame inside him, which absorbed him for a long time. Due to the sacrifices he made in the 1950s as a member of the Syrian Communist Party and the Syrian Communist Youth Solidarity Committee in support of Korea, he was imprisoned for about 3 years in the barbaric prisons of Damascus. Immediately after that, he self-exiled for another seven years in the beautiful and friendly neighboring country, Lebanon, where he was cared for by his Armenian friends. Immediately after the coup d'état in Syria, he returned to the country and vowed never to experience the foreign experience again. He was recognized as a poet in 1980. After a long period of censorship and silencing of the poet, he managed to publish his first edition of the Poetry Collection "Windows to the Horizon Tall", in 1985, which showed his poetic sensibility, his perseverance to remain like a child and his confidence in life. His next book is titled The Man Who Lost the River. Here the author presents himself as a free man, letting his fantasy fly high and his heartbeat follow the breaths of his soul, approaching the reader with sincerity and faith and highlighting his concern for the people. ADNAN KARAJOLI is a lyric poet. In his book "The Man Who Lost the River" he reaches the heights of his lyricism, turning it into a wonderful song. The poet worked in the Romanian Embassy in Damascus, in 1954, as a jurist and visited Romania many times, especially because his brother Nader Karajoli (Director of the News Department of the Arabic Language Section of Radio Bucharest) lived there. and his wife Suleima. He knew how to carry the Holy Cross of literature, bleeding himself from so much suffering. It was like a ship's sail that was being hit by the wind, born from the earthquake, a flower given by the crater to the forests and orchards. He was a saint sacrificed in the name of the rain god. He loved Greece, which he managed to visit twice. He always said, "I want to visit Olympus to inspire me with something new." He was knowledgeable about Greek history and mentioned Socrates almost daily. Looking at the building of the Greek Parliament when he visited the Hellenic Republic in 1986, every morning he visited the beautiful capital Athens, and feeding the pigeons, he breathed the air of the Republic, which he was deprived of all his life. | 
