artificial intelligence :
What comes to your mind when the term “artificial intelligence” is mentioned? Are you confused and lost in a sea of conflicting ideas? How many times have you started researching the basics of artificial intelligence, only for all your efforts to come to naught? The good news is that you are not alone in this confusion.
Many people in our present world have heard a lot about artificial intelligence, but unfortunately only a few of them have an understanding of the basics of artificial intelligence and its general principles. Should we blame those working in this field for not being interested in simplifying the term enough for someone outside the field to understand it, and for their insistence on listing the facts and technical details surrounding the field? Or is the blame rightly placed on the scarcity of educational materials that are easy to access for everyone - whether specialists in the field or those wishing to enrich their knowledge? Whatever the obstacles that prevent you from understanding the true meaning of artificial intelligence, this book will be a safe haven for you to gain a comprehensive understanding of the field! I have organized the book and arranged its discussion points to help an individual who is driven by his curiosity and desire to acquire knowledge learn the basics of artificial intelligence.
تروي “الأجنحة المتكسرة” (95 صفحة) قصة حب بين شاب يبلغ من العمر 18 عامًا وفتاة تدعى “سلمى” ابنة السيد “فارس كرامة”، التي تُزوّج لشخص آخر أكثر ثراء من الشاب ويسمى “منصور بك”، لتبدأ المشكلات بالتفاقم تدريجيًا. ولكن المثير في القصة هو أن الراوي جعل من نفسه بطل الرواية كلها، الصادرة عام 1912
I married a song. I did this secretly for about five years.
When I heard it, the sun was setting, and I was in a heavenly expanse of an old house with milk-colored walls. I knew from the first beat that it was her, the song of my life. I only hesitated a little, and because I had never heard before about a legal ruling or a moral reason that prevents a woman from marrying a song, I made up my mind and married her.
Every night I put two headphones in my ears, and Yas Khader sings to me “Han wa Ana Ahn.” I adjust the tremors of my soul to the tremors of the sad Iraqi melody, and I drink Yas’s voice through all my pores. The song cauterizes my heart, and it melts, pouring tears, rain drops, and dew beads, and then it snows. Have mercy on me gently, and I will give birth to butterflies, starlings, and daffodils.
I smile before I sleep, and many women smile with me. I may not know them, but I know that they are like me. A song may revive them, or a song may kill them.
إنَّ خيرَ أهلِ الأرض بعد الأنبياءِ هم صحابة نبيِّنا -عليه الصلاة والسلام-، في حياتهم من العجائبِ ما لا يُصدَّقُ، وفي سيرتهم ما لا يُتوقع، في أخبارهم الكثير مما لا نعرف، ...
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