Candles extinguished by fate
A book that tells true stories of young people who lost their youth and mothers who suffered the pain of loss and separation.
A book that teaches us how to overcome our sorrows and be content with God’s decrees.
In this book, we will try to address the knowledge society through three main spaces: the Arab, the Gulf, and the Emirati, relying on data and numbers indicating the development of these spaces towards the knowledge society, without claiming comprehensive knowledge of all its aspects, as this matter requires extensive and more specialized studies. However, we seek to confirm an important issue, which is that the shift towards a knowledge society is no longer an intellectual luxury, but rather an urgent need that requires more plans, programmes, institutions, competencies and skills.
In our endeavor, we also show the position of the United Arab Emirates in its pursuit of a knowledge society, through many indicators, which confirm the great effort made by the political leadership towards developing various structures, in order to provide the potential for transformation towards a knowledge society, which, in our opinion, reflects the strategic vision. The state faces the necessities dictated by the processes of economic transformation into a knowledge economy.
واية يا بعده رواية عاطفية جرت أحداثها بين الشاب حمد، الذي أنهي دراسته في الولايات المتحدة الأمريكية، وتقدم لطلب يد الفتاة بسمة ابنة الجيران، وتتم الخطبة
About the novel “First Square”
When Hilal bin Rashid Al Marazi entered their old house, he did not pass alone
Through the rickety door shutters, but his dreams were accompanying him for
Owning his own project in manufacturing and developing wooden boats
Traditional. His trip to that deserted place was not a coincidence
Tours or meditations on memory heal the pain of his longing for life events
In the past, they have become pages in the book of self-history. But he went
It was included in her lesson plan, and was prepared for her a long time ago. But pictures of the past
I raided him alone among the ruins, from the first moment he stumbled upon it.
He collided with a tree of the Qart or “Ghawif” type, flowing in a courtyard
The house, with its trunk growing suddenly, grows from the sheep pen in days
The good old ones. Then he surrendered himself to the tickling of the warm breeze, in something like a dream or...
Nightmare, whenever his eyes see a corner, or his hands touch
A rock here and there. In the warehouse, Hamama bint Nasser handed him over.
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His grandmother gave her will the day after the day of his circumcision, and there was crowding in the courtyard
The invitees to his sister Athba's wedding, behind the western door
For the accessory on the sword, the sulphurous smell of the sea mingled with the stirrups
The celebrants who sang their songs at her wedding. And in the cement room
Unfortunately, the little girl died. Her death caused her to drift into the course of a river
Their lives forever. Thus, his wish was about to be extinguished, too
Precious, when the sun's rays caused a cherry-red flash,
He looked for a metal plate, fixed on the wall of their neighbors' house, to discover that...
The intended headquarters, a boat-making workshop, has already been reserved
The government, to become a tourist attraction. His dreams would have been shattered, had it not been for her
The memory of Masoud Al-Qallaf mixed with his wild dream made him shout
“Others are bliss!”
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