Between A Dream And A Wish

Change your habits and get out of your sadness.

Be like a star in a night that is tired of staying, or a ray of sun that longs for sunset.

The book “Between a Dream and a Wish” includes many poems and thoughts shortened by several lines, it talks about the beauty of wishes and ways to reach them, and wisdoms that is useful for every place and time, and some love advice that balances the decisions of the heart and the mind, and arts in response that put the haters back in their place, and in sadness we will find lament and a prayer or a relief over the hearts of those who have been decimated by the rational aspect that always advises.

Omnia Alqaisi

Bon Bon & Friends

Bon Bon is a monkey, mischievous and agile. One day he falls from the top of the tree. Crying, his animal friends gather around him, each with a different reaction. This story presents various reactions a child might encounter in their environments, illustrating that these reactions do not succeed in alleviating the sadness or pain. In the end, it becomes clear that all Bon Bon needed was to have a friend by his side.

Revealing The Sick Self

Imitating feelings and emotions and their impact on oneself is the most difficult representation that one can express. Letters in the presence of sorrows practice the temptation of equivocation and concealment, evading cunningly so as not to get involved in blogging, and blogging is the awakening of memory if the skill is refined.

Complexity is a prominent human characteristic, not only in behaviors, emotions, actions, and responses, but also in trying to understand and comprehend them, and the most complex is the attempt to translate them on paper that desperately refuses to defeat the whiteness of its pages.

We do not know where the betrayal comes from, is it from our surroundings or from our dark insides? Or from an undeclared alliance between the fragility of feelings and the growing confidence? But what is certain is that it results from a vast and incomprehensible void in human relations.

Through this text that falls within the literature of self-reflection, we try to dissect human suffering resulting from betrayal, and portray contradictory feelings, and conflicting feelings, by diving into the mysteries of the ailing self, and its reflection on reality, and monitoring its exciting paradoxes, socially, economically and morally. A discussion of human wounds that refuse to heal.

Bin Arraf

You live on the ground, so days will go by you for a long time in your view (only an illusion). Everything in the road calls you and sends you signals that point you in the walking direction and the right way. You find signs on every road pointing you where you want to go, and signs to cross, stop, slow down or change direction. Alia followed the example of my path and your path, and many signs stopped her. She even began to identify them and harmonize with them, and perhaps harmonize and understand the meanings of the signs of life in order to answer many questions that were hidden. Then she left with the range spreading in front of her eyes on her trip to the Badia. If you, dear reader, are excited by the signs of life, learning through the stories, penetrating the worlds, and have the curiosity to know them and to succeed in deciphering the mystery of life, then I promise you that you will enjoy with us the flow between the lines of Alia’s journey to the Badia, stay with it!

Of What Guilt She Was Killed

Our nightmares are nothing but the mistakes we made in our reality.

Our nightmares are like everything we did in the dark.

A closed book written in a language that only us can understand.

The nightmare is a game in which the beauty of the mysterious moments that we must trample... The footsteps of the devil we followed and its traces are everywhere, it will never disappear, it will visit us every night in our dreams to remind us of the crime we have committed.

A Bouquet Of Fates

Who among us did life not throw towards them a bouquet of its fates?

In this novel, you have to be prepared to live with its heroes. A turbulent and confused love story, relevant to what is taking place in the Arab world, in which a playwright meets a distinguished businesswoman called Saray Fakhr Eldin among many political contradictions, in which he gets involved to find Samer and get him out of prison after he got involved in Samer’s life that is full of injustice, torment and blood. But on the other hand, it involves a lot of hope, love, and extreme infatuation, which was the reason for Samer’s resistance and his return to life.

On the other side, the drama of events intertwines with Youssef Al-Dijani and his French sister, to be the line of crossing out of these Arab countries in a dangerous attempt to escape from the bouquet of fates.

If you are not afraid to find yourself directly responsible for what happens to us…then here you will never be a bystander…and if you believe in fates that come to you all at once and have enough courage to join the owners of the truth in the future, then this story is definitely for you.

The Charitable Ice-Cream Man

In a quiet village lived Hamed, a kind-hearted boy, who was keen to help his poor father, so he made ice cream and sold it to the neighborhood children.

And every morning, he carried the ice cream container to the street, where the children gathered, so many young and old people flocked to where he stood, and among the children were two orphaned children, and Hamed was kind to them.

Hamed continued to sell ice cream and continued being kind to the two children, his profits increased day by day, and his business grew.

Years later, Hamed became the owner of many shops in his village and outside, and thus, with his kindness to his parents, family, the poor and orphans, Hamed found happiness and blessing in his life.

Undelivered Mail

In each of these messages, you are presented with a human story about buried emotional worlds that rage in a person’s conflicts, between him and himself, and between him and his life partner.

Sometimes those feelings awaken and erupt, and at other times they surrender to love, declaring its victory.

The Chief's Orchard

This collection of stories was written and then preserved carefully for twenty years until the time of publication came, and the author devoted himself to it and to other writings.

The stories tackle important aspects of people’s lives, and they deal especially with the troubles, concerns, and hopes of the fragile and forgotten class in our developing societies. They also focus on family and community life, and issues of love, cooperation, ambition, and patience. In doing so, it presents vignettes of humans striving for a better life and giving hope to confused souls.

This collection of short stories will undoubtedly be a unique addition to the short story genre in Arabic literature, as it represents a new and wonderful model in this field.

Scattering Yam

Life has its moments…
Some of them we have surpassed, and others we have not yet overcome.
A few of them we have crossed, and many of them we have not dared to pursue.
Here, I have gone through many of them, wishing for an outlet to pour out what is within me.
I found nothing interesting except for letters that I strived to write.
Perhaps what is written here does not touch your heart or your mind, but I wished for it to be a gentle spirit that touches a letter and sends kindness.
So, be gentle with me.

Imprint In A Drop

The book is varied between literature and philosophy, in-depth with psychology, history and other sciences as part of philosophy, and takes a two-edged curve and two sides of the same coin, and shows us that reading is the basis, and the Arabic language is the mother of languages, and it drowns us in letters of Abjad Hawwas, so that matters are based on the content and not the general meaning for the letter. The letter “A, Alif” may not mean “A” sometimes. Rather, it may be a light that illuminates the darkness and drives away oppression. And the letter “B, Baa” may not contain the letter at the end of the word (love "Hobb"), and it can differentiate it from love. And the letter “J, Jiim” may take us to the quackery, and it is in the middle of the word, it proves that the claim of knowledge is not related to knowledge itself, and knowledge takes away the spirit of ignorance. And with that comes the letter “D, Del”, it makes us see that proverbs and wisdom are only part of literature and philosophy that I see as two eyes in one head. And from HWZ we may see that space, galaxies and the universe are not related to the letter (H, Haa), and yet it is as easy as pronouncing the “H”, the beauty of the letter “H”, and that is what distinguishes it. And the “W, Waaw” when it speaks the splendor of art, delves into drawing, and mediate music to show us that beauty comes in many forms. Until we reach to the letter “Z, Zai”, we see that it is the end like death, but what if death had another side, like a coin with which to bet? We will find from here that there is another aspect of death called life, and we will see from it that the extent we see is not only what we see, but we must dive to drowning to discover that everything is connected to each other, and from here to here I chose two pages that I called a site and a reality with which I introduce myself to readers.

Bloomed

When the heart blushed with love and gratitude, when life does not spare it dream-like moments, then life picks for us the most beautiful harvests of destiny.

Then how can a spring not pass through the heart? How can autumn not pass through the heart? When those we love dry up, and names that meant life to us fall from the sky of the heart, carrying with them in the folds of memory moments that were written with rose water.

How can winter not pass through the heart? When you are alone and cold, they think you are empty, dull, and indifferent, and you, whose heart was full of life, companionship, and love, have been repeatedly let down to the point that you have become extremely sensitive to delving into any relationship.

How can a summer not pass through the heart when warmth surrounds us and the destinies of God surround us, so we calm down and relax?

When the heart blushed with love and gratitude, when life does not spare it dream-like moments, then life picks for us the most beautiful harvests of destiny.

Then how can a spring not pass through the heart? How can autumn not pass through the heart? When those we love dry up, and names that meant life to us fall from the sky of the heart, carrying with them in the folds of memory moments that were written with rose water.

How can winter not pass through the heart? When you are alone and cold, they think you are empty, dull, and indifferent, and you, whose heart was full of life, companionship, and love, have been repeatedly let down to the point that you have become extremely sensitive to delving into any relationship.

How can a summer not pass through the heart when warmth surrounds us and the destinies of God surround us, so we calm down and relax?

Seasons pass through our hearts, shaping us, shaping our moods and the features of our relationships, changing the curvature of our lips, caressing us at times, and ravaging us at other times.