A Nation in a Hurry · a book by Dr. Faris
A quiet reckoning with what a nation loses when it forgets how to slow down.
01 Excerpt
7:15 in the morning. The light turns red. A mother brakes and thumbs one last message — “You there yet?” In the back seat, her child is telling her about last night’s dream. She nods. Not a single word reaches her.
We are all that mother. Present in body, absent in spirit. Everywhere at once, and nowhere at all.
The world promises one thing: speed. Fast food, fast news, and now even affection comes with a button — so we never have to stop and truly feel it. And we believe it. We measure a life by how much we finish in a day, not by how deeply we enter any one thing.
But some things refuse to be rushed. Trust takes years to build and a moment to collapse. A child grows on its own clock, not our calendar. A hurried prayer is only recitation; only a slow one becomes a prayer. And real understanding cannot be forced — it comes only to those willing to sit still long enough to let it arrive.
Fast to read, weak at understanding.
Fast to reply, weak at listening.
Fast to move — unsure toward what.
This book is not a plea to be slow. It is a plea to choose — what deserves our slowness, in a world that demands we be fast at all of it. Because a nation in a hurry does not, in the end, lose time. It loses depth.
02 The Problem
Cover design. Not yet printed.
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My grandfather owned a single watch, and he was never late. We own a dozen clocks — on our wrists, our walls, our screens — and we are always running. Somewhere between his time and ours, waiting stopped being a part of life and became a failure of it.
He would sit on the veranda after Maghrib and do, as far as I could tell, nothing at all. No book, no radio, no company. Once I asked him what he was waiting for. “Nothing,” he said. “I already arrived.”
· 31 ·We have confused motion with progress, and progress with meaning. A person can spend a decade in a great hurry and arrive nowhere they meant to go.
The tragedy is not that we are busy. It is that we are busy with the wrong things — and too rushed to notice the difference.
Depth is not a luxury for the idle. It is the only place where certain truths agree to live.
· 47 ·A few pages from the finished manuscript. Swipe →
The manuscript has been finished for two years. It lacks only one thing: permission to exist.
Three publishers read it. All three nodded, praised it — and passed. Not because it was weak, but because a book that asks people to think slowly has no place on the shelves that sell. Too quiet, they said, for a noisy market.
This is the fate of a good idea here. Not that it lacks worth — but that it isn’t fast enough for a system that only knows how to sell what’s fast. So it sits in a drawer: fully written, never read.
03 How
214 / 400 copies guaranteed
Every green dot is one copy certain to be printed — one voice saying: this book deserves to exist.
You’re only charged if the 400 goal is reached. If it isn’t, you’re refunded in full. There is no risk — except leaving this idea buried in a drawer.
Ideas don’t spread through advertising. They spread when one person hands one to another and says: “read this.”
If a single sentence up there made you pause — that’s the sign. Send this page to someone who needs to slow down.
You’re number 215
This idea is one step closer to leaving the drawer. We’ll tell you the moment the press starts turning.
This is a demo — no real payment was made.