Until that meeting:
Oh this death that lives so powerfully..
How did it start with you? He took the basis and foundation
Security and reassurance...the soul and the breath...
He did not know that after you I became forgotten on the road
Known as the nobody... far from me...
I can't hear my voice anymore. I'm the address whose messages don't reach me.
How did you involuntarily become a stranger?
I am not tempted by the introduction and I am not bothered by staying in the middle
Better stability in the back.
قصص ومواقف حياتية معاصرة لفهم النفس البشرية والحياة من القرآن الكريم و علم النفس الحديث. يساعد في فهم الذات و تنمية الشخصية وفهم ميولها واتجاهاتها المهنية مخصص لمرحلة المراهقة
Two percent 02%: There is nothing louder here than the sound of the trees’ light, not monotonous, under the sound of turbulent air between the breeze at times and the wind at other times, under a sky whose blue is gradually dissolving, turning to gray due to clouds that gather quickly from every direction and direction, as if they were the pillars of a war that had been called for an urgent and emergency meeting.
Salman visits the dead cities to make a documentary film about them, those cities that were symbols of ancient civilizations, before they became cities of broken columns and stone remains. But he finds there, in the house of one of the city's elders, a painting of a wounded deer, signed by his mother, "Fatima." Soon, the owner of the house presents him with possible scenarios for his film, all of which revolve around “Fatima,” and he finds himself entering a magical world and a confusing maze as he spies on the hidden faces of his mother, realizing that he only knew one face of her.
In this novel, Khairy Al-Dhahabi manipulates times and multiple voices to write about dead cities and Fatima with its many mirrors. Who is she? What is its truth? What is the secret of wishing? “If her name wasn’t Fatima”?
/The Power of Love Connecting to the Oneness-1718342915.jpg)
-1718340256.jpeg)
