I wrote the ideas I wanted to convey...what I wanted to reveal...this is a revelation...displacing talk from a heart full of goodness and burdened with silence...perhaps I did not follow the method in which books are written...because...oh dear reader...oh human being. Whether you are male or female, I did not write for someone to evaluate me and to gain appreciation from some and criticism from others, while being prepared to accept and welcome it if it is constructive, honest, and purposeful.
But I am writing to dialogue with you.. to exchange with you.. to chat together.. respond to me as you read.. talk to me.. address me.. I hear you, understand you, and listen to you.. object.. disagree.. and agree.. make me a person close to you.. a friend. Dear to your heart... and do not judge me... leave the judgment to the Creator of the universe... respect my difference from you... and accept my belonging to my human, cultural and intellectual identity... and remember that we are all from Adam... and Adam is from dust.
I promise to respect and appreciate you and thank you for choosing my book and adding it to your precious list. Take care of it and put it in a warm and beautiful place.
Thanks ..
The missing painting:
Noise that no one can hear except me, lights, people, and places that no one else knows, and others do not even believe. When I Was Alone is a collection of stories whose events will amaze you, and whose details will terrify you. It happened to some and it may happen to others, with a slight difference in the events.
Advice: If you read the book and feel afraid, do not sit alone, and if you think that you will not feel fear, do not sit alone either!
Summary of the novel (Gypsy Female) This novel tells the story of a disabled Iraqi Christian girl whose mother died while giving birth to her. She lived under the care of a doctor father who sought the help of a colleague at work to raise his only daughter, but this woman is also kidnapped by death, so the girl lives with her father, who she mysteriously loses during the invasion of Kuwait, leaving for Baghdad at a time when Hunger and comprehensive siege, and she lives there between a close Christian couple until they die, leaving “Asmaa”, having lost her three mothers in succession. She remains alone, fighting the hell of bloody violence spreading in her Iraqi homeland until she leaves it to other homelands, as if she were a gypsy female tormented by travel as she climbed the walls of that country. Towering nations with one arm. It is the story of an Arab girl who is ravaged by the horrors of what the world is experiencing around her, but she creates life with a unique feminine ability as she moves between several homelands like a shivering bird searching for a nest that might shelter it in a forest whose tree leaves have fallen in a weeping autumn. This narrative may announce (the death of the novelist), but knowledge of this can only be determined by the reader as he follows the aesthetics of the narrative in it.
سارة قامت بنفس الحركة بس لكتاب تم تسويقه تحت اسم (رواية سعوديات) وعليه رسمة فتاة لا تبدو سعودية أبداً. والهدف واضح بلا شك. على أساس ان قصص سرد المخالفات ...
“فن قراءة العقول” هو أكثر من مجرد كتاب تعليمي؛ إنه دعوة لاكتشاف عوالم جديدة داخل عقول وقلوب الآخرين. يمنح هذا الكتاب القراء أدوات ليس فقط لفهم الآخرين بشكل أفضل، بل لفهم أنفسهم أيضًا، فهو رحلة مثيرة في عالم التواصل البشري وأسراره.
