Look at my heart: Latifa Al-Hajj returns with new texts entitled “Look at My Heart.” With her poetic style and deep feeling that touches the heart of everyone who reads it. In all of her texts, Al-Hajj refers to the heart in which love resides and emanates from it, the love that heals, heals, and transforms desolate worlds into a garden of tranquility and happiness. A poetic journey of 251 pages, which the author dedicates to the people of love and heart.
Based on this wish for all Arabs to read what they are able to read, from ancient heritage to modern antiquities, I returned to (The Epistle of Forgiveness) to place it in the hands of senior scholars, intermediate scholars, and those below that. But how do we return to it with passion, eagerness, and the ability to benefit from it after readers have moved away from it until there is no place left for it except in the farthest corners of libraries because it cannot be read no matter how much we tempt people to read it? Would they not be repulsed by it and flee from it as they would from a heavy burden, even if you gave them a generous reward for reading it? Here I came up with an idea that I hope will resonate well with people and students of culture, which is to reformulate it. It was necessary to include the text (Ibn al-Qarih’s letter) because the letter of forgiveness was a response to it. It is not possible to understand (forgiveness) without considering the message of (Ibn Al-Qarih). I treated it in the same way of paraphrasing so that the two messages fit together.
Summary of the book: In Brief, You Are My Dream. Written by: Maryam Bint Al-Aali I wrote in this book a lot of different feelings and topics. Between its lines there are feelings that go back to my heart, my feelings, and my general life. I wrote about love in the sense of my private heart, and about happiness, sadness, separation, and many feelings that carry praise for one person and reproach for others. My words here do not constitute one year or a period. Short of my life, but here is a group of years that began when my pen began to draw its first letters and continues to this day. There are also those feelings that do not belong to me, but rather to those around me. When they were happy, I had to write about their joy, and while they were sad and in pain, I had to speak instead of their hearts and share their sorrows with them through those pulsating letters. Every time I listen to what... They feel it from experiences in this life full of different stories. I used to quote a summary from it and spin it with my fingertips to form thoughts that tell what is inside them. We all always want to explain our different feelings, but that is difficult for everyone, as we are not equal. Thus, my pen was my heart with its feelings and experiences, and all of their hearts with all those things that they experienced. Share with me the details. I have talked about many things in the pages of my book, and yet my heart still longs to live more and sees that what I have written so far is nothing more than the letters of a few years that passed during my youth and youth. I talked a lot in my book about feelings of love, and I am fully aware that many will not understand them well. They will like the beauty of the letters and the harmony of the words, but only those who have lived the same feeling and know that love is not the love that exists between two genders or two people, but rather love is to love ourselves, so we love those who love us. We love life around us and thus we see people in a completely different light. As for separation, pain, sadness, treachery, and betrayal, I know that everyone will understand it and delusively think that it touches on the pain and pain that went through his heart, not because he actually felt it, but pain and sadness are somewhat similar in reactions and the way they are expressed by the majority, even though we live in different things. It has to do with what others experience, as separation is different people, times, ages, situations, and ways that are not as similar as they think. As for the beauty, happiness, and spontaneous feelings in our lives, they are what give us hope, ambition, and strength to remain steadfast in this life. In the last topics of my book, I spoke a lot and expressed my love for my friends. They are always the most important and have priority. Only them remain with us. No one shares our sorrows and joys except them. No one understands our strange behavior and different feelings except true friends who are absolutely indispensable.
Hotel California and other songs A collection of texts written in three cities during 2018 Madrid/Istanbul/Sandiego In it, the writer tells about the scenes she experienced in the three cities, the feelings she experienced, and the nostalgia she felt while on those short trips. In Madrid, she had the pleasure of learning about Spanish civilization and some Islamic monuments. In Istanbul, she enjoyed sitting in cafes and simple alleys, and in Sandiego, she experienced the diversity of scenes, foods, and music.
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