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Never Stop To Find Your Own Special Place
The moment you read my book, you will be sure that I was reborn. I consider each obstacle and turn in my life as a sign of resilience and determination for achieving my dream, empowering myself and fulfilling all the great things that are related to my name.
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Zeina...A Girl Made Of Iron And Silk
When the heart knocks, you must open the door.
How tender are the hearts of lovers, and I am one of them! So what if the one who is knocking on the door is Zeina?
And Zeina is not the title of a novel as much as she is a recount of the chapters of my life, my life’s pulse that I took many of its days away, and what remains is in the hands of the Most Merciful, stored in time and days, and one day the moment of departure will come.
And to make sure that this life is not spent in vain, I would love to add some beauty to it with a story, and what a beautiful story it is when you write while you see on the computer the apparitions of people you loved who have passed away, and now you are waiting for the moment to meet again.
Perhaps it is more than a novel because it is formulated with ink like no other. When a father writes about his daughter, the words have another divulgence that is more like the divulgence of jasmines, and from that, the words infiltrate to tell the story of the birth, upbringing, the extreme pain from scoliosis and the journey of searching for a cure until the moment of undergoing the risky surgery.
As for Zeina’s journey with the world of art, it is another story, and it not only tells the story of an artist’s career, but also tells the pain of a father when facing the moments of separation.
And from the movie Habbet Loulou, which was Zeina’s first artistic work, the journey of investigation of this artistic journey begins from the point of view of a father. She did not only monitor the abstract artistic side until her latest work, Shatti Ya Beirut and Zeina’s famous cry: “Baba”, which opened the windows of the father’s heart to a similar cry that will one day be real.
And from the cry: “Baba”, the faucet of the memories from childhood until today through snippets from Zeina’s life, her academic excellence and medals that adorn her neck, to her bed in the family home whining about absence, to the teddy bear hidden in one of the drawers of the house’s closets.
With Zeina, I formed my letters with my father’s poems and my mother’s dough.. How delicate poetry is when it is wisdom, and how delicious is bread when its leaven is passion!
Zeina… A Girl Made of Iron and Silk. It didn’t become a novel by accident, it was only hidden in the heart of a father until the right time came.. It was a poem in which she is the heroine, and I am the narrator.
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Ziada
Ziada is a girl from a village in Sohag, the daughter of a hired man who works with an ax to earn his living. He has seven daughters and one son, and she is daughter number five. And when her father was working in the field, and they told him of her coming and what he would call her; He looked away and said, "I call it Ziada." Her father, whose name is Miskeen, sees that she came more than he needed, for he was waiting for the boy to come, not the girl, for the girl in his eyes was naked and disgraceful! There are many problems between her and her father and society.
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The Flower Of January: The Myth Of Flowers, Stones, And Trees
The immortal wind blew, encouraging the flower of January to run, so she started running and running, listening to its heartbeat as if it were the music of the universe. The day and night are alternating, so the flower did not calm down and did not settle. She opens its eyes with the sunlight, and she sees the universe at its best. She closes her eyes along with sunset, so she would see with her insight the universe with its magic and its beauty. She started running and running, here and there, she crossed the trees and valleys, climbed the mountainsides, and ran on the surfaces of the seas and the rivers. The only ones who saw her were the children who pointed at her, but the adults did not believe them, and the days passed.
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Narcissus Flower
One glass is never filled with honey and wine We should understand this Whoever loves truly, would never ask for the impossible How long this thing that we don’t know, travelled, leaving behind an innocent life Smile… tomorrow will come again and every morning is beautiful Where did fate take him? Sadly asked Fantasy… brought him back to the beautiful time Did we chose who we are? Or was it fate? Destiny or the choice was left for us… What and where do we want to be?
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The Gardenia Flower: From Seven To Twenty
The Gardenia flower is a delicate yet powerful flower at the same time. She has continued to achieve much despite the black clouds surrounding her. She steps forward to welcome those who visit her garden, she listens carefully, she responds and is giving, but she does not take. She will give you strength and inspiration and tell you ways to get out of the darkness to be more worthy of knowing others according to her many experiences that made her determined. She leads you to failure at times and to success at other times, and all you have to do is to balance the two, as this precious flower did for years.
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Sea Foam
I took a step back as if I wanted to rest my body, completely oblivious to the fact that I was on the edge of a steep cliff that would have nearly collapsed on me, had it not been for Jihad’s hand that reached out and pulled me forcefully to save me and stop me facing him, so that time would stop as I looked into his eyes that contained a look of fear and suspicion of losing me.
We looked for a long time as if we were seeing each other for the first time. The sea breezes were caressing my hair this time, and the sun decided to disappear to give us some privacy, so the sky behind us seemed to be blushing!
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The Busy Twenties
Pen scribble
The life of each of us is a book that contains several chapters. We are the ones who choose the title and the main characters. We participate greatly in the contents. We write the details of our story precisely through what we enter into our minds and feelings... But the book is without a summary. We will not know anything about it except through immersion in Every moment of it with everything we have. We will not be able to turn pages or skip chapters that we do not like, as every word is written for us. Once we overcome the obstacles that we used to refuse to participate in, we realize that things are not that bad. But the reality is that difficulties do not become easy to overcome, we are the ones who become stronger in overcoming them.
The stage of twenty is considered a knot that is difficult to untie, and we all go through different stages in it. Therefore, the book “The Crowd of Twenty” provides benefit to all dimensions of life and its various fields, especially for those who are in the category of twenty and live in the midst of crowding. It works to remove obstacles and reshape the person for himself and provides solutions in innovative ways.
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Ruler Of The Lovable Soul
A laid-back book that is unpretentious, its words are simple, it contains different topics, and it does not pertain to one area only… A free spirit wanders happily with letters and between words, patting someone on the shoulder, making someone laugh, blessing someone, advising someone or inspiring someone… This is the book.
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The Lady Of Colors
The Lady of Colors is a story from environmental literature. It tells the story of an exquisite butterfly, the colors of its wings from the colors of flowers, and the beauty of its wings from the beauty of the forest. She goes out with her friend, daughter of Eid, on a tour, and interesting events begin to confront them and many disasters that intercept the forest.
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Mr. Cherry
Was it over here or there? I was deliriously lost in the total darkness. It was as if the streetlamps along the road, as well as the bright lights on the walls and rooves of the neighboring houses, had simply stopped working. That night, people dressed in white to avoid bumping into each other, as they otherwise would not be able to see those around them.
All of this was quite clear through the window of my room, which overlooked the distract sports pitch, and opposite the main street.AED40.00AED 32.00 -
Ceen (سين): When My Words Become Useless, I Remain Silent.
I always wanted to talk and justify, but I was not allowed at times; and when I had the opportunity, the opposite of what I meant was understood! They do not deserve a chance anymore…
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