And Sun Shone

We always ask ourselves: Why are we broken and why are we so down? Why are we destined for sadness to squeeze our hearts? And how do some moments and feelings manage to extinguish our soul in this way? We often ask: Why me? Or why were we subjected to these experiences? But seldom do we ask the one question we have to ask: What are these experiences trying to teach us?

We often forget that breaking is an opportunity for a new resurrection, an opportunity to rewrite our destiny in the way we wish, as Jalal al-Din al-Rumi said: “The crack is the place from which light enters.” Broken souls are enlightened souls.

I Named Her Mariam

Those words on these pages were the production of years of unity in its various forms…I am grateful to her for the many things she has honored me for. So it was worth sharing it with every interested reader who might find his consolation in it.

Enforceable

The author deals with society’s reaction to violent crimes, the impact of murders on a victim’s surroundings, and society’s willingness and acceptance of social deterrence as an alternative to the complexity of judicial procedures.

The events take place based on a dramatic love story and the relationship between a police officer and a lawyer, and through it, the story deals with the facts of violent assault on the victims and acts of reprisal against the accused outside the framework of the law.

The Wolves’ Last Valley

Through life path, you take towards death, there must be soft thorns that will surreptitiously scratch your soul and may destroy it; it might also leave permanent scars, except our path that was paved by our children’s bodies. I was forced to leave my home with struggle, I did not desire this, I forcibly lived abroad; for ages. I did not desire this, They loved you, they fought you and they killed you!

After Maturity

Days give us and take from us in return; one rejoices giving and fears taking; therefore, there must be equity. All praises to Allah. Before, the maturity days taught me to enjoy it, and after maturity, I learned to enjoy it myself.

Faces Without Masks

The book is a collection of stories that represent society with all its spectrums and contradictions, exposing social hypocrisy, exploiting opportunities, and abandoning the values of some in order to climb the moral abyss, in accordance with the principle that the end justifies the means.

 The collection of short stories also presents the concept of the relativity of truth. The characters’ use of masks is linked to the psychological and societal situations and conditions that the individual goes through during the stages of his life. Every oppressor is oppressed at some point in his life, and we all carry masks in varying proportions in our lives that may be part of our humanity, and may be harsh and shocking masks in some situations.

The reader can draw a lesson and a sermon from the story that may enable him to open the windows for self-review of his life, work to awaken conscience, return to the path of humanity again, and correct the path.

Ecstasy… Thought… And Blues

Despite refraction, extinction, and revolution, estrangement was the only solution to the restoration of the self-inflicted trauma. America was the place where these thoughts were born with all their contradictions, where feelings are written sometimes in a sad sense, portraying the state of grief dominating the heartbeat of the oppressed. Followed by a longing to see the impossible. Sometimes the mind is evoked to write thoughts fabricated in the colors of passion and grief. That’s how my thoughts were formed, and I cannot forget the diversity of environment that made all my writings in that estrangement period, either the writings I published in this book as thoughts and ideas, or which will be published in an upcoming novel. The brightly colored autumn before and after the fall of the leaves, the freezing snow, the greenness of the spring, and the warmth of the summer on the banks of the lakes and rivers, all had a role in shaping the features of the grief on the portraits of my words and views with colors in a way that gives the pain a delicious taste, like imaging the emotional revelation in the best moments of a lover which reflects the shiver for the chosen estrangement with the symphony of wailing. It turns the tears to the poems of love and lamentations to heal with them whenever they are about to melt by coercion of their sorrows or by the sentimental deviation that refuses to give up the beauty of its pulse despite the cruelty of fate.

Leaflets In Life

Each of us has his own experiences that benefited from it, and if he did not write it down or narrate it, others would not benefit from it. Those experiences were unsuccessful, successful, happy and painful, and mistakes that will not be repeated. I wrote to you some topics in this life so that you may have knowledge of them and shorten your time and experience. I wish you happy moments with the book.

Behind The Hills

The balance may not be realized, even if it exists between memories and their gaps, and between our imaginations and what fills those gaps in disparity, agreement, meeting and separation...

Memories and imaginations will always be a long way to the past, and to the future

In methods we have inadvertently developed, so that the mixture becomes as homogeneous as we want

We developed it after we couldn't escape from both of them

It will never stop, and we will turn its bitterness into pride 

You Made Me Strong, Mohammad

His heart stopped… So the whole life stopped in my eyes. I became a rundown and frustrated man. But my love for reading made me a more solid and powerful person, The reason was the death of the one with the innocent look: My son, Muhammad One year and half old…

A Little Of Wosdom

Here you will find the abstract of the days you lived.. Between pain and hope... In the end, life is a school from which even the illiterate person who does not read or write can learn. But reason is the ruler, not passion. I hope you find what you are looking for in it. Wisdom is the lost property of the believer. I hope that you will also contribute, even if just a little, to changing your outlook on life. Which is beautiful in you first and last.. You are the one who plants And you are the one who reaps, even after a while... Keep working.. Of course, you won't work until you learn. Knowledge and work elevate their possessor until they follow him with the righteous among His servants. God Almighty says a story about Abraham, peace be upon him: 
(My Lord, grant me judgment and join me with the righteous)

Before You Turn Off The Light

A person’s sense of well-being and happiness is not complete without his psychological well-being, no matter how much his pockets are filled with money, and his closet is filled with luxurious clothes and jewellry.

Life does not give us all beautiful things, but contentment makes everything in our hands beautiful.