Life Is Better Here

Series of stories that carries all the contradictions of life between pain and hope, cowardice and courage, confrontation and retreat, which are unconditional love and giving. It also shares their secrets so that we can live with them those moments regardless of how we are affected by them.

The Grizzled

I have never known homelessness as I’ve always had a warm place, I enjoyed warmth and coziness, and even while I sleep I do not worry about the cover, as there are those who put a cover on me with the spoiled “Soso”.

My situation is completely different now, as I have been loitering from sidewalk to sidewalk, alley to driveway, and even the nap that I used to enjoy under the air-conditioning of the small room, I have become afraid of the sun’s flames under the cars parked in the neighborhood, and the heat of the asphalt roasting my skin. When I saw an old cat whose legs could barely carry him, he looked at me for a long time, wagging his tail and he says:

“Just as the spoiling accumulated the fat of your thighs, the flames of the city  will melt you until the fringes of your eye, grizzled”.

Get Out Of The Cocoon

The book is a collection of short stories, often of a social character. Some are emotional, while others talk about the suffering of Syrians during the war. Often the woman is the focus of the story and her protagonist; because society is based on her. She is the mother, the wife, the friend, the daughter, and the sister.

Took Me Away

Do I want him to share the same feelings with me?

I was determined to run away and leave forever!

I have to fight this love… But I have no control over my heart... so this is my heart’s fault.

I was caught between two fires… The fire of love… and the fire of sacrifice.

Which will Reem choose, with that fire burning in her chest?

What does fate have in store for her? Would it be fair to her because she is a female?

What fate awaits her? Are there any misfortunes and tragedies that will befall her?

Real Illusions

My job as a civil engineer for more than 40 years, which I had spent roaming between different places of the world, might have obliged me to establish various relationships with people from different cultural backgrounds and social status. Such an experience urged me to escape from this dull reality and embark on a trip that makes me fly in the vast universe that surrounds us. Hence comes my new-born short story, which has always cajoled me and took me aback while reading it. It is my window through which I can reach out to my potential readers where they could share with me glances of the illusions that life has drawn for us.

After Corona

A group of fiction and non-fiction short stories which the feelings of its characters drew their lifestyles, and it was the fuel that nourishes this life till the end, in a negative and a positive way, depending on their experiences of fear, envy, hope, and ecstasy.

What Are The Treasures Of Our Desert?

The story narrates the tale of Hazza, Reem, and the camel Imar, who embark on a journey to the deserts of the UAE to explore them.

The journey of the three friends is filled with beautiful moments until they encounter an environmental problem. How will they solve it?

This is what we will discover within the pages of the story.

From The Perspective Of A Pen

I don’t know! I don’t know if you will pay for this book or not! And I won’t see you peeping inside.. I don’t know if you are curious to know how the king died or about who ate the last piece of candy… And you are not obliged to book a ticket to attend the play of life which will be displayed between my pages... I don’t know if you are aware of whom I meant when I said “very stubborn”, so you don’t have to flip between the pages of my book! But I know that the contents of this book can make you feel what I feel…

The Sitting Euphoria

The art of the storytelling is the art of collecting benefits. Through this collection of stories, and through personalities from Arab societies, the writer was able to describe for us an aspect of public awareness. The book is written in different points of view, aiming to raise awareness among the Arabs with great optimism. "The Sitting Euphoria" is a collection of short stories divided into three chapters: Chapter 1: It contains ten stories, each of which is narrated by a hero, in the form of recounting or remembering specific events. Chapter II: Chapter II also consists of ten stories, narrating the same stories from different but interesting points of view. Final Chapter: A single, focused and comprehensive story for many of the heroes of the previous stories. This story is of a special kind, evoking a special excitement and focus, the kind of excitement that we’d leave to the imaginations of the readers. He sat to write with his pen, read to him with our eyes, and ran with him with our imagination, in the space of his stars formations of Arab consciousness.

The Lonely Amman’s River

The river called ‘Mia Amman’ originates from a pond at the southern edge of the town and is held in a valley bordered on its both sides with arid rocky hills. The banks of the river, as well as its course, are all paved, but the winter floods washed away the paved in most places, the creek is now filled with small fish, ‘Voyager Burckhardt’. In the tales untold and long forgotten, with the story-tellers lost and no more narrators to be found, those stories that may have centered around one person went unnoticed too. A hidden beauty needs a reader with a sweet heart and an alert human spirit. Here you find stories and pain that seem simple down to the agony caused by the questions of the first existence. The stories do not provide ready answers and closed ends, but stimulate the soul to create endings, link events and drop characters to their reality.

A Knocking Door Thief

Who is visiting us at this late hour? Shall I open? The door made an annoying creak. ‘Who’s there?’ I did not receive a response, so I looked outside, and the one who came in was nothing but a beggar. ‘Do you want some food?’ His eyes were filled with tears, but he did not respond. I felt sorry for him and said again: ‘Do you want money?’ Finally, he replied in a whisper: ‘Some walkers...’ But I closed the door forcefully and a voice shouted at me: ‘A lying beggar, they are all liars.’ Another voice said: ‘He doesn’t want money; he doesn’t want food.’ It’s been silent... Knock knock ‘Please open the door...’ but there is no answer.

It Was Not A Cloud

It was one day but could change everything… However, all this chaos will disappear… all these difficult times will be over… The unbearable aches will end… the spring is coming… If this winter is long… the fall of foliage was earlier… the spring will be better… and loaded with a lot of beauty which is worth waiting for.