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A Short Journey

This book contains short stories aimed at spreading awareness, the culture of communication, positive energy, and inner peace with oneself and others.

It also aims to present important, realistic issues in a simple and easy way, which includes plenty of human feelings and social relations that need support and development.

The book addresses all age groups, urges all of them to have a strong desire for development, and helps them express and control their feelings in a simple way.

Each story contains touching material and an end that touches the heart of the reader and helps them identify and communicate with one’s self.

This book is a collection of mixed feelings that all need extreme care and attention as well as a mixture of bad and good qualities, with the consequences of each and their impact on the person.

The book makes sure that every person receives the appropriate appreciation, and psychological and physical care to the fullest.

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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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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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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.

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Robbery Of Another Kind

The technological revolution and rapid development allowed e-mails to penetrate the lives of many of us without permission. These messages cast a shadow over the recipients in varying forms. This story is about ‘Rovan’, a young girl, where messages played a major role in changing her life. Since she received a message, it took her to the past, which made her fall in love and she devoted all her feelings to whom she loved, but suddenly, she found herself alone, after losing whom she thought she loved and she was accompanied by sadness and pain for several years. However, after a while, she confirmed that she did not lose anything but she loved the unworthy. So, she decided to shake off the sorrows of the past and start all over again. She succeeded by her own will to forget that thing called ‘love’. But after many years, she received an unknown message which she strongly resisted; it was her decision not to go into the stories of love that she no longer believed in. But her attempts failed, and she couldn't make it. Therefore, she decided to explore the past with a new opportunity, but does it work?

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A Thug In The Corridors Of The Past

Crime has become an inevitable reality. It is a war that starts with a flame, then sparks fly to become a mighty fire in the human heart, which becomes cold embers, then ashes. Power is a poison that kills its owners.

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Suda

That cold night on my way to Taif was difficult. When that camel appeared to me like a mirage approaching little by little,
I did not imagine that it was carrying that newborn on its back. I then realized that I had two choices, one of which was what I had drawn for myself,
and the other was what fate had brought me..
The journey was on the path of enduring hardships, and that honesty that I had not Calculate it before that night (Musab).
We think that we are the ones who determine our ways and paths in this life, but the reality is that we are the ones who choose them.

How difficult it is for a person to be placed between paths that fate has drawn for him and deprived him of the right to choose between them (Sawdah).
Opportunities were not going to knock on our doors, but when fate smiled at us and opportunities knocked on our windows and doors,
we did not prevent our opportunistic instinct from seizing them and turning them to our advantage,
even if they were knocking on our windows and doors by mistake (Safiya).

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The Falling Of The Crown

This group of stories some of its spirit, if not most of it, is based on events that may take place on the ground, for here there are no knights with white horses, and nothing from the world of fairies and magic, but the main characters are really heroes who fought disease, despair and addiction. Abul-Fotouh and suffering with illness and the myth that ultimately eliminated him to become a victim of ignorance, Hiam, Juhaina, and a cursed thief gradually stealing life between hospital walls and reality, and the amiable young Rami who fell into the traps of alcoholism in a conservative society, and that survivor of a fire of accusations, his body lying alone in the hospital counts his last breath without recommending.

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Salamah

A collection of short stories that narrate reality in its various shades, both sweet and bitter, and wander through the corners of the Arab region and its neighboring cultures. They transport you across the expanse of the place with its atmospheres, colors, and scents, painting a beautiful picture of human emotions at various times.

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The Joy Series

This book is a collection of twelve diverse and interesting stories, mixing reality and fiction. It tells about the adventures and experiences of powerful personalities committed to reaching an honorable goal. This collection of stories is more aimed at children, aiming to prepare them for the challenges that they may face in their lives. It teaches them that adhering to the pillars of morality and social principles is a way of salvation. Despite risks and sacrifices, this path will surely lead them to a safe haven. The book also depicts noble values as a candle that illuminates the path of truth for those who have overcome it in their wanderings—amid life that has become a war with hidden features, whose danger is only perceived by those who have tasted the wounds of its spears.

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