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.

Corona 19's Diary

Narrating the events on a daily basis during the Corona pandemic, from its appearance until the discovery of the vaccine, and attempting to convey scenes from different parts of the world—how they dealt with the virus and the challenges they faced—in the form of a true narrative that the author experienced during that period.

The Harbor And Other Stories

في لحظات.. يتلاشى الحاضر، يغيب في بُؤَر خلفيَّة، ويطغَى الماضي بكلِّ مخزونه، فأشاهد فيلماً وثائقياً يزخر بصور وحركة ونبض حياة.

 عديدة هي الأسباب التي تحفزه وتستدعيه ليدهمني وينقلني مِن عالَم حاضر أنا أعيشه، إلى ماضٍ بعيد لأعيشه مِن جديد، وأراه بوضوح؛ أعيش تفاصيله، وأتنقَّل بين مشاهده المختلفة.. ماضٍ ليس كلُّه بجميل، بعضه يجدِّد الأحزان، أحاول جاهداً أن أتغافل عنه، وأتجاوز حقيقته وأحداثه، قد أنجح، لكن تبقَى تداعياته تسرِي في كلِّ خلايا تفكيري، فيخيِّم وقتها عليَّ حزن، وينتابني كدر.

هل هو الحنين إلى الماضي ما يدفعني للعودة إلى تلك المحطَّات مِن حياتي؟ ربَّما يطول توقُّفي في بعضها، وإن كان عمرها لحظات إلا أنَّها مشعَّة وواضحة، وأخرى باهتة لا تسترعي اهتمامي، فأتجاوزها مسرعاً.      

The Harbor And Other Stories

Sometimes, I find the present just fades away and becomes background noise. This is when the past – with its bank of memories – takes over, and I find myself as if watching a documentary, complete with images, movement and the pulse of life. Certain triggers raid my mind and take me from my present life to a long-distant past in such a way that I can see and relive it in detail, and even move between its different scenes.
But those scenes and details are not always pleasant, for some still bring sorrow, and these are the ones whose existence I try hard to forget. And though I might sometimes succeed, their influences remain in every cell of my body, and they leave me overwhelmed with anguish and pain.
Is it my nostalgia for the past that keeps taking me back to those ‘stations’ of my life?
Some of the stops on my journey are too hazy to attract my attention, and I hurriedly pass them by. Others are so vivid and clear that I prefer to linger there, press rewind, and play again.

Dear Mrs. Wafaa

The journalist writer (Wafaa) thought that with the martyrdom of her fiancé Khaled three weeks before their wedding, that her life had ended, and that her happiness had been buried next to him, but a letter from an unknown girl came to her on her first working day after a long period of mourning, at the door of the readers’ mail, which she supervises editing. The letter was written in a trembling handwriting of a little girl who asks to visit her. It gave her hope, a new life, new love and new feelings of a different kind, which she had lost hope to live after Khaled's death, but it requires a lot of concessions from her, especially from a young woman.

The decision is difficult, the sacrifices are many, and the responsibility entrusted to it is great.

A long and bumpy road she walks in fulfillment of love and willingly, years pass and youth falter, she faced too many obstacles, but she is determined to overcome the difficulties, and her way is in that love, sacrifice and self-denial.