Whispers Of The Heart Between Pain And Hope

A collection of short stories, each independent yet deeply resonant, exploring the realities, emotions, feelings, situations, and beliefs that shape our lives. Some stories may shock us, while others we accept as they are – much like the ebb and flow of life itself. The journey begins with a child’s cry at birth, bringing joy to their parents, and unfolds into a tapestry of experiences. Reflecting on our own lives, we find a parallel to the book’s title, Whispers of the Heart Between Pain and Hope. Life swings us between its wings, carrying us through joy and sorrow, death and life, pain and hope.

Echoes Of Pain: Stories Of Complaints And Medical Cases

In Echoes of Pain, Mamdouh Saud Al-Mutah Al-Fadhli takes us on a journey through the corridors of hospitals and clinics, where medical complaints and issues manifest in touching stories that resonate with the heart.

Through a masterful narrative and deep analysis, the book reveals the human face of suffering and the challenges faced by both patients and medical professionals.

Hijacked For 10 Months, The True Story Of The Blida

The untold true story of the hijacking of the Blida (2011) finally breaks the surface.

Told through the eyes of the ship manager, the CEO of the targeted company, and a wily pirate negotiator, the book plunges us deep into the turbulent waters of the events and uncovers the hidden currents beneath the surface.

In a lawless region of Somalia, a crew of seafarers remained ensnared, trapped on a ship.

for 10 nail-biting months.

Distorted Revenge

Not every word penned in letters is read. Otherwise, why would dust gather on so many shelves, covering the books they hold? If books could speak, the world would tremble at their silent screams, their desperate pleas for freedom. They long to be liberated from their oppressive prisons. Only a true reader – a connoisseur, an enthusiast, or a collector – can choose them. But even then, they are merely transferred from one confinement to another.

Perhaps some of their words will linger in the reader’s mind, mingling with others to create new stories. These stories follow in the footsteps of their imprisoned brethren, waiting to be liberated. Freed, they roam minds and illuminate paths, offering solace and companionship. They never tire, never abandon, and suffer only the pain of being unheard.

The book sits imprisoned, its words trapped between the pages.  When someone finally opens it, the story dissipates into the air, mingling with the dust motes. It generously offers its words to the reader, who embraces it as a friend. Congratulations to you, reader, for finding this loyal companion. And congratulations to the book, for finding someone to give it dignity and free it from the shelf.

It Happens That…

My own space, where I was liberated from this imaginary universe…
Here is the space of your beautiful reality of sadness, joy and more…
Everything is upside down here…
And never despair…
Because there are always opportunities…
Fall once… twice… and more…
It is possible that you will survive in the end…
Just try again with greater confidence that you can,
And you will…

A Loose Dress That Doesn’t Fit Me

I have been standing for half an hour, contemplating the road from my window. An old lady riding a bicycle passed by. A pigeon passed by too, but apart from that no one passed by, and I did not hear anyone’s voice, neither a human voice nor a bird nor a stone. For a moment I felt that I was watching a still image, not a live scene. I finally remembered that today is Sunday and my surprise disappeared; this day, in addition to being a holiday, is a dull day in Germany, a dull, gloomy and desolate day; there is no movement in the streets, nor in the houses, nor movement in the sky, nor on the ground. Sometimes I imagine that the inhabitants of this country speak sign language on Sunday so as not to break the thread of eloquent silence and existential calm on this day. On the outskirts of where I live, the scene becomes more tragic and heavier, resembling mourning ceremonies, or scenes of a curfew; On Sundays in those areas, a foreigner feels lonely, isolated, and as if he has been living a hundred years of isolation.

Camera Man

“Mom, help me, Mama, I came back and found him dead, I swear to God I didn’t know he was an addict, I went down to get something to eat and came back and found him dead. Mom, I’m leaving the house and running away, I’ll try to call you from any other number, I don’t know where to go... help me, Mom.”

Samia hears this message from her only son who studies in Turkey, and the long journey’s events begin in the forests on the Greek-Turkish border, trying to reach him after learning that he was kidnapped by a notorious human trafficking gang.

Samia enters this bloody conflict in a suspenseful framework on lands she has never visited, and people she has never known before, and her only hope is to survive the journey and reach her son and Aboud Shams.

My Right Hand

Life doesn’t always give us what we love or want. But it’s not life that controls us; it’s the individual who holds the power to create the life they desire, despite all circumstances.

You must unleash your strongest energy to overcome pain, challenges, and people and continue on your path with a clear goal in mind.

Embrace your flaws and your true self, and be a friend to yourself.

As for you, dear woman, don’t forget something important: everyone will come and go, but you will be the inspiration that changes the world someday. Remember this well.

Among The Clouds

Thuraya Mohamed... I always address the imagination… I turn the pages lightly… I walk with those distant dreams… A train of imaginations sometimes accompanied by Flanders and Hooper… Vera, that pure one, lives to make that absent one happy… Conversations that touch the warmth of your heart, written with all love and gratitude… Friends and a spacious land, affection everywhere… Let us love… Let us live in peace.

Debris

The life of a person is told, destinies lead to wars of conscience and rebellion against the obvious and the usual, the awakening of the mind and a warm embrace, death and life, regret and a missed meeting…

You may relate to the characters, so you rejoice and grieve, and they take your hand to wander with them…

You begin to project the events onto what you have gone through or may go through, losing hope in the world, then lighting the last match in the matchbox…

The mind tames destinies and laws rooted in the minds of humans, so that the matchstick turns into an eternal beacon guiding lost ships to your warm shores…

So don’t search for the secret, it is in your hands.

Twenty Lessons In April

Step into the heartwarming pages of Twenty Lessons in April and embark on an unforgettable journey of personal growth and positivity. This memoir shares the intimate experiences that have transformed my life into a beautiful tapestry of resilience and joy. Through twenty profound lessons, each chapter reveals stories of overcoming challenges, embracing moments of pure happiness, and finding the silver linings in everyday life.

Twenty Lessons in April is more than just a collection of anecdotes: it’s a guide to living a sweeter, more fulfilling life. You’ll discover practical wisdom and heartfelt insights that will inspire you to navigate your own path with grace and optimism. From learning to let go of the past to savoring small victories, these lessons resonate with anyone seeking to enrich their journey.

Join me as we delve into the essence of these heartwarming lessons. Together, we’ll explore the beauty of personal growth, the power of positive thinking, and the joy of living in the moment. This memoir celebrates life’s sweet offerings and stands as a testament to the transformative power of resilience and gratitude.

Whether you’re looking for inspiration, comfort, or a reminder of the good in the world, Twenty Lessons in April is a delightful companion. Let’s embrace these lessons together and uncover the sweetness that life has to offer.

Mid Love

This book is for you, who is standing in the middle of the road wondering whether I should continue or return?

To you, the distinguished one, who muted your different voice and chose to repeat it like an echo between the voices of others.

To you, there is no defect in you, but you are shrouded in shame in front of people.

To you, you who are afraid of nothing until you have lost everything.

You, standing in your place, justify your black mistakes with your white excuses.

Whatever your mask is, it is time to break free from it and relax your face. No one is here to judge you, not even yourself.

All of us on these pages will stand truthfully and silently in the face of the longest lie handed down to humanity today, “the lie of idealism.”

We will read history from another book that was not written by a human being, but rather we will write in its pages what we knew ourselves.

We will give up selfishness and share the bread of mercy among ourselves.

We will politely open those doors closed by the law of social defect, and see why people lost a large part of themselves while building their lives!

We do not ask here because we are looking for answers that convince us. But because we are looking for answers that change us!

If you decide to read this book, start with the story of Hanbal.