Between the covers of this novel is a love story in a time of war that has no time or place.
But it is the product of humanity's struggle since time immemorial, a struggle between good and evil, human greed, and a love that settled between two hearts that refused to die even after their separation.
Hominins: The book talks about the reality we live in. Many of us are waiting for our lives to change through the efforts of other people. They live like humanoids and are under the illusion that their lives will not begin yet. This is usually inherent in waiting for life to begin. This syndrome is widely spread in our time.. A simplified and brief explanation of this syndrome. ...And also about perception, how a person perceives... Self-perception in the philosophy of the self is the experience of an individual’s personality or individuality... It should not be confused with awareness in terms of perceptible qualities, as awareness is awareness of one’s environment, body, and lifestyle in general... As for self-perception, it is Distinguishing this self-awareness...is how to consciously know and understand the individual's personality, his long-term thinking, his feelings, and his motivations for continuous progress and development...and the last part...are...short stories expressive of striving, patience, perseverance, and taking responsibility. ..
كتاب فيه من المقالات الاجتماعية التي تخاطب أولائك الذين اتكلوا على عقولهم وأعرضوا عن تهذيب قلوبهم، منها ما هو حديث العقل للعقل، وكثير منها حديث القلب للقلب،
يقدّم الكتاب فلسفة حنان السماك عن السعادة بأبهى صورها، في قالب مشبّع بالقيم والمبادئ التي تمكّن الإنسان من التوجه نحو حياة ملؤها الرضا، الأمل، والتوازن ما يتضمن أحدث الممارسات القائمة على علم النفس الإيجابي، ويقدّم تقنيات وتمارين مفيدة لتعزيز التفكير الإيجابي وتنمية مهارة المعيشة بسعادة
هناك سؤال في انتظارك بالورقة الأولى من هذا الكتاب، ثم بعد انتهائك من القراءة، ينتظرك سؤال ثانٍ بالورقة الأخيرة”. فضلًا لا تقرأ السؤال بالورقة الأخيرة دون
There was a tree on the river bank, a coconut tree. Siddhartha leaned over her, wrapped his arm around her torso and then looked at the greenish water flowing beneath him. He looked down and was filled with the desire to lower himself into the water. The terrible emptiness in the water reflected a terrifying emptiness in his soul. Yes. He was at his end. There was nothing left but to remove himself. This was the work he longed to do, to destroy the formula he hated! May the fish devour this heart of Siddhartha, this imbecile, this corrupt and worn-out body, this dull, consuming soul! May the fish and crocodiles devour him and the demons tear him apart.
With convulsive features, he stared at the water and saw his face and spat on it. He moved his arms away from the tree trunk and turned slightly, hoping to fall on his head and dive. With his eyes closed, he leaned toward death.
A social, humane novel that embodies fraternal solidarity in the most difficult situations of life, and depicts the nobility of sacrifices in life’s various pitfalls and ways to overcome them. It is a bright picture of family compassion between siblings at all stages of life, in the presence and absence of parents.
