Beauty Café: A person's life is not devoid of many hardships: the departure of a loved one, the deterioration of health, the loss of money, the loss of a position... but despite all of that, we must continue to move forward, we must be optimistic, smile, and look to the future with eyes full of hope. We must cling to the moments of joy, and bite them with our jaws. Clinging to the moments of joy, from my point of view, is more useful than forgetting sadness. The heart is an open space for all feelings. If it is occupied by joy, it is narrowed by sadness, and if it is occupied by sadness, it is narrowed by joy. What we should be most wary of are moments of depression, as they are the ones that eat away at our lives without stopping, eating, eating, eating until they lead us to disappear. We are not alive because we wake up every morning, breathe, eat, and walk. We are alive for other reasons that are deeper and more closely related to the essence of life. We are alive because the passion is still within us, the passion to explore more in our lives, more that we don't know, but that we know we need.
In the name of God, the Most Gracious, the Most Merciful.. and may blessings and peace be upon His Noble Messenger..
When I decided to close the last page of my first book, “Alive in Love,” your love flowed more into my heart until it began to overflow onto new white pages, so I filled page after page until I gave you my second book filled with my love for you.
A literary work in the form of modern poetic texts and prose that takes the reader on a journey of self-exploration and diving into the depths of human feelings, values, principles, and meanings. The first station of the journey will be with the psychological struggle to be liberated from the shackles of fears and obstacles, followed by the station of contemplation and contemplation of all the lessons of the school of life, followed by the station of revealing feelings of love and joy, and then humanity and loyalty to the homeland, and then passing by the station of singing coffee and everything that enchants the mood, and travel and wandering. , longing, vague feelings, love for one’s family, and lamentation for the departed, ending with the station of monologue and holding onto the rope of God.
. الكتاب دعوة لأن تسجل كل حدث رائع في تاريخ الوطن، تستلهم منه الأمل والطاقة والقدر على أن تضيف، وفي الوقت نفسه، دعوة أيضًا لأن نقرأ بوعي أخطاء الماضي ومآخذه، فنستلهم منها، جميعًا دون استثناء، العبرة والدرس؛ كي لا نقع فيها ثانية... وهل هناك معلم أعظم من التاريخ!!
Trying to finally reconcile with a past that has been haunting her throughout her life, Coco tells the story of her family across several generations, starting with the ancestor, Albert Louis, an ambitious man who left his land trying to recreate himself as a man with wealth, passing through his children and grandchildren, and ending with her herself: Coco,” the narrator feels she must tell this tale, and it will be the monument she builds to the dead. It is the debt that must be repaid. A story devoid of great executioners and venerable martyrs, but it will nonetheless have the weight of flesh and blood, because it is the story of its people, of their dreams and hopes, of their delusions, of their failures, and of their complex legacy from which the entire race suffers.
“The Sinful Life” is a novel overflowing with interwoven stories and full of details that provide important testimony about the lives of middle-class families in the Caribbean. It was written by Maryse Conde, the Guadeloupe novelist who won the Alternative Nobel Prize in 2018, with infinite sweetness and warmth, based largely on the history of... Her own family. She wrote it as a monument to build for the dead, thus paying off her debt as well.
Love's eye:
I live in the ghost of waiting for a long time, and I do not know to what extent it extends. I do not know if I experienced that deep and sincere love in an illusion or a dream, which that person showered upon me since my innocent childhood until he left me and left without any unjustified reason, and I felt at that time the despair that is followed by deprivation forever. Despite all of this, there was an echo of the voice of hope that lay deep within me, ringing in my ears, that my absent person would return, even after a while...
Written by: Sarah Al-Zarouni.
