My stories.. A collection of stories, most of them from real life, that happened to me. It was a lived reality! A few of them were speculative, born of imagination. The collection is crafted in a literary, meditative, and musical style. On this page I would like to point out two stories from this group. The first, “Love Behind the Glass”; Its hero is the hoopoe, who loves himself to the point of madness! The glass was reflecting his image! He understood the reflection! He did not understand the deception of glass. She thought she was exchanging love with the scales of justice! All the responses were equal parts taps, dances, and flying spins! Abandonment! Until the final fall and surrender! As for the second, it is entitled “Zero has ten dreams.” I do not remember when I wrote it except that I saw Zero before it! Picture me as a little kid! And I saw him growing up in dreams! Dreams are numbers! And residences are symbols! So I interpreted it and interpreted it as the events of the days pleased me at that time! It made digital symbols a story... unlike any other story. And here are all the stories... for you. East clouds
Bread lines
It is the hoarse voice coming from the poor neighborhoods filled with photographers and devoid of everything, the intermittent voice in forgotten hearts, and the smile absent from the features of good people, the bread lines, it is the voice of the woman who did not want to be what they wanted, the voice of the forgotten mother and the voice of the child.....in between. Its pages wrote (from life) everything that the world engraved on my wrist.
في هذا الكتاب ذكرتُ بعض القصص الواقعية، والتجارب الحياتية الخاصة التي تركت أثرًا في نفسي، وأحببت أن أنقل إليك تجربتي. لطالما كان النظر للأشياء من زوايا عدة
"This is freedom. It is a winter thing that cannot be tolerated for long. In it one must constantly move, as we do now. In freedom one must dance, it is cold and beautiful. But do not fall in love with it, because this will make you very sad later. A person only exists in the areas of freedom for moments, and no more. We have crossed the limit now. Look at the wonderful path on which we are skating, how it is slowly dissolving. You can now see freedom dying. When you open your eyes, this will be a haunting scene The heart is yours many times.”
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Walser treats language in this novel with as much respect as one would treat a revered and close friend at the same time. Hermann Hesse
"Jacob von Gonten" involves a kind of parody of the traditional educational novel.
Christopher Middleton
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