After A While

I’m a winter-lover lady. A lady who does not live… does not read… does not breathe except in winter. I’m fascinated by the legislative storms… to the extent of madness! In the morning, coffee is my companion when I breathe you in it when I get invaded by the black rubble-aggregate, and it rains heavily with pain and longing for you. You are the one I’m meant to be with and you are meant to be with me. Tell me how do I live when I miss you? When my longing trembles and it rains heavily, only you can rescue me…

If He's Late!

A highly romantic novel that speaks to emotions and sentiments, revolving around two broken hearts trampled by the wheels of shock from those they thought their love was eternal. Their story unfolds as a gateway to cross from a dry heart to a downpour of beloved's love.

Their love is a romantic journey, prepared for takeoff by the emotional maturity of the heroine and the emotional intelligence of the hero. Without exaggeration, the reader will experience a sense of the beauty of genuine feelings, imbued with mental relaxation. The novel delves into a hot topic, which is mental comfort. Throughout the narrative, the reader will sense a mix of soft emotions and wounds, whether negative or positive. The narrative skillfully portrays the magnetic attraction of the contrast between them, creating an unexpected encounter in a night illuminated by fate."

One Birth Is Not Enough

One Birth Is Not Enough is based on devising a new method of spiritual ascent by bringing up important stages of human life, focusing on them, and thinking about these stages impartially, until the self is rid of its complexities one after the other.

My darling presents me with a lantern that is very similar to Aladdin’s magic lantern, and because I believe in the possibility of achieving dreams and believe that the entire universe is harnessed for our sake, I weaved from my imagination forty stories revolving around very important topics that passed through my life and raise existential questions in life, and I invite my friend to join me and my darling in our discussions.

My friend, that cosmic energy that is embodied in my pen at times, and at other times in the genie of the lamp, or in that child who resides within me and inside each one of us.
We dive deep into the past, and together we wrap our wounds with love and transparency, so we feel greater freedom and reassurance that overwhelms the self with safety, so that at the end of the book we reach a state where we feel like being born again.

I Was Born Twice

"The hero of the novel was not afraid of death as much as her fear of continuing to live. The novel tells of a girl who was exposed to many crises and difficulties in her life, which made her accept suicide.

“so If she was reborn, her life would change for the better."

Spark From The Red Planet

The story revolves around our hero who had an accident that completely changes the sequence of events; Which led to the release of the deadliest existence in the universe, that in return, unleashed evil everywhere causing a complete destruction.

Sharar and his friends can only confront this evil, overcome challenges and difficulties, and try to keep pace with life in this new world and make it better.

Sharar is only the start point, and each individual in his world has a unique story, sometimes it brings them together, and it separate them at other times. The narration of this interesting story will come sequentially, but the end remains hard to predict.

And The Traditions Took You From Me

Do you know the tragedy of patience for those whom you give the most wonderful life and they give you wreaths of pain in the disguise of roses? Do you know that they are the pain that afflicts the soul, and a pain that hurts the heart? Such people do not deserve to remain in our days, they deserve to be kept away from us, away from our pure hearts.

Blossomed With Love

I need you

The number of my breath

The number of my eyes' blinks 

I need you

I'm helpless without you

You are my safety and strength

You are those cheers I chant in my loneliness

I say your name in my prayers

I seek refuge in your sanctuary when I fear from myself

Your proximity is my reassurance

Your proximity is my calmness

I love to live with you and for you

And I know I'll find you when I'm looking for you

I know you'll be with me when I need you

I know when I want to come to you, I will reach you.

And Sun Shone

We always ask ourselves: Why are we broken and why are we so down? Why are we destined for sadness to squeeze our hearts? And how do some moments and feelings manage to extinguish our soul in this way? We often ask: Why me? Or why were we subjected to these experiences? But seldom do we ask the one question we have to ask: What are these experiences trying to teach us?

We often forget that breaking is an opportunity for a new resurrection, an opportunity to rewrite our destiny in the way we wish, as Jalal al-Din al-Rumi said: “The crack is the place from which light enters.” Broken souls are enlightened souls.

I Named Her Mariam

Those words on these pages were the production of years of unity in its various forms…I am grateful to her for the many things she has honored me for. So it was worth sharing it with every interested reader who might find his consolation in it.

Enforceable

The author deals with society’s reaction to violent crimes, the impact of murders on a victim’s surroundings, and society’s willingness and acceptance of social deterrence as an alternative to the complexity of judicial procedures.

The events take place based on a dramatic love story and the relationship between a police officer and a lawyer, and through it, the story deals with the facts of violent assault on the victims and acts of reprisal against the accused outside the framework of the law.

The Wolves’ Last Valley

Through life path, you take towards death, there must be soft thorns that will surreptitiously scratch your soul and may destroy it; it might also leave permanent scars, except our path that was paved by our children’s bodies. I was forced to leave my home with struggle, I did not desire this, I forcibly lived abroad; for ages. I did not desire this, They loved you, they fought you and they killed you!

After Maturity

Days give us and take from us in return; one rejoices giving and fears taking; therefore, there must be equity. All praises to Allah. Before, the maturity days taught me to enjoy it, and after maturity, I learned to enjoy it myself.