The Winter Of Baghdad And Dubai

When love and time meet, then time decides the fate of this love. Will the ending be a happy one? Or will it be very hard to imagine? We should not give in to time and the destiny that it forces on us. Instead, we should fight time, and change this destiny one way or another. But here, happiness has always been temporary, and there isn’t a happy ending like we used to read in our childhood. A happy life has never been real. Endings have always been this way. They were sad one way or another. Endings are not the same as we see them in a movie or in our dreams. Is this caused by us? Or caused by time that predetermined our destiny and left us dreaming? It is watching us from afar and laughing, because it knows what is written at the end of the path. Oh, how I wished to see happy endings lasting for days and years until the end of our lives! But we live in a very bitter reality. We wish that destiny will play its role for the future generations, and for them to learn how to draw their path with care, love and sincerity. This is how I view real life which we are living in. This book is a part of society, customs and traditions.

My Mister

My Mister is a book that is based on stories and facts surrounding us in our society and other societies too, and different beliefs. It talks about: • Marital infidelity from both sides. • The way some victims of infidelity accept it and give in, while others don’t tolerate it and reject it. • A few sexual diseases that the cheater thinks will not be transmitted because he is being careful. • The society around us and thoughts and blind imitation of everything. • Raising the new generation and the good offspring. Calling on mothers to raise a good generation, and to not leave raising them to the awful fathers. It ends with the poems of Nizar Qabbani and Qais for beautiful women…

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.

A Journey Towards The Light

- Why me, my father?

- I cannot answer this question, my little girl, why you? The world is full of mysteries, events and phenomena that humanity has not been able to answer throughout the ages.

The sadness that gripped my heart because of what happened to me turned into an emotion that overcame the rest of the emotions and remained in control of the focus of my thoughts.

I had to take a pause in contemplation in which I reconcile myself with the pain and sadness for myself, embrace myself, cry, tear myself apart, and exercise all my rights to express my pain. So that I can move beyond navigating pain, and searching for refuge from drowning in its sea.

I will search for a lifeline and hope. The challenges that life imposes on us are a general condition that confronts people, but the difference occurs when accepting them, regardless of their size or severity, and then excelling in dealing and adapting to them.

A Grain Of Sand

Dear readers, life is a small novel that we must learn from, to live happily, despite its trials and tribulations… And shout loudly, “O human, you are still alive and life on this earth is possible.” It is not sufficient just to live, it is imperative to live well and harmonize and coexist with others’ hearts, like the harmony between sand grains. And be sure that life has purpose, compel your imagination to achieve it, like sun is the source of life for the whole world but there is no life inside it. Life is more meaningful than imagined by people and those who want it; they should be adventurous, courageous, and continue to do good deeds… Don’t forget that life is a hope… Smile… and the future will be well by God’s will.

With The Long Hair

You won’t find much in this place, just letters trying to arrange to convince you taking them home with you. Scared of darkness and loneliness, scared of feet’s sound moving away slowly. Scared of the books next to them, they all know each other. Perhaps they won’t like shyness… Don’t bother… Who cares about shy letters in a bookshelf?

One Day, He Told Me

Who among us is not looking for happiness? How many of us actually find it? What is happiness? Is it what we find in a pretty-colored bird? Or in the scent of a fragrant rose? Is it what we find in a child’s laugh? Or in the arms of a woman we love? Is happiness all of the above? Or is it something else?

Unforgettable Love

It is the unforgettable true love.
It is true love that never ends.
These are love stories that happened one day, in an old house, and in a different era.
These are stories of beautiful memories, fascinating adventures, and endless love.
These are stories of an era in which we once lived; with mixed feelings of love, fear, sadness and pain, within the walls of the old house… between a close-knit family where love, intimacy and lasting harmony prevail.
Yes, I admit, it is impossible to return to those days, but they remain immortal and precious to us, as it is difficult to forget them. Because it is
An Unforgettable Love.

Dream Of A Veiled Woman

An unknown personality was born in a very simple and captivating countryside in the land of Yemen, in an ancient house, and in a remote mountain village where traditions prevail, ruled by the tribe authority. She tries to listen to her talkative heart. She had realized that she was different, and that voice made no sense to her except that she wanted him to be silent. He was talkative; so she held the pen and began to write what that voice dictated to her… She was surprised by him telling her five amazing stories. He made her travel with him around the world and make a book from those stories, separating each story from another is a unique literary chapter in which the exchange between her and her talkative heart takes place. Because of him, she was different from her peers, and when the book was finished, she knew that it was a message to the world. A war has begun in which was proved that it is an audible sound even if it comes from under the rubble, and even if it is captive for fear of breaking the tribe’s laws, and that the world should hear it because it deserves to go out into the light. That noble humanitarian cause made her say, “I am a Yemeni woman.”

Hakima

The novel revolves around Hakima, a girl with a big white heart who suffers from bullying over her excess weight, her features that appear older than her real age, and everything she does in her life. How do you think she will overcome the bullying? What will happen to her? This is what you will know when you read the novel.

I hope you enjoy reading.

A Woman's Roots

When the roots are exposed, the foundations are unraveled, and the constants are shaken, the pen begins to search for the lines.

A Woman’s Roots is a true account of a woman’s life, which begins with luxury and prosperity, grows with oppression and injustice, and ends with ingratitude and denial.

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!