The story does not contain any truth at all
It was inspired by my vast imagination, and the reasons for writing it were a challenge I faced one day. I needed to write a new story on my own website in 2008, and today I am resubmitting it after printing it on paper.
A collection of short stories for children from 4 to 8 years old.
In it, the writer tries to work on some of the basic concepts that she wants to convey to the Arab child in an attempt to emphasize the meanings of accepting others, tolerance, working on identity, and strengthening the child’s imagination. In the story of Tala’s Braid, the writer tries to work on the meaning of patience, optimism, and resistance to illness, for resistance is what saves us. Finally, do not give in to the disease.
In the story of the dream of the black duck, we find the duck suffering from lack of acceptance and exclusion, so it tries to search for this acceptance, and finds it from others who compensate for the loss of the homeland. In the story of him flying while stealing his shadow, you also work on the meaning of acceptance and the search for friendship, emphasizing that every story has more than one point of view to look at, and the truth has other faces. The eagle that threatens the rabbit is also forced to search for food for its young, and the caution that the rabbit adhered to Save him from the claws of the eagle, and the little bird can be wiser than the eagle, and so on.
While the story of Basma and the mermaid strengthens girls’ sexual identity and works to strengthen their self-awareness so that they do not fall into the trap.
Like a serene scene trapped inside a crystal ball in an eternal moment of peace, the Syrian city of Homs appeared, calm and full of secret dreams.
It is crossed by a curious river that tries to rebel a little and break the dull, monotonous crystal, and it is called the Orontes.
Then the war came and the city was fragmented, and the butterflies flew with their dreams into the flames.
Every day of war passes, bringing with it dozens of stories worth telling. This novel takes us around the city, to learn more stories about it and its residents, a city that has become full of stories.
The story of a final basil seedling where Father France parked his old bike before he was killed. And the stories of library owners that were stolen.
A kiss from a friend that he printed on the glasses of (Wael Qastoun) after he wiped the bloody dirt from them
The mystery of the lover who covered the walls of the gloomy cemetery in Bouha (Lulu, I love you).
A sad hand under the rubble of a house that no longer exists.
There is no fair narrative in times of war, but the language remains an apology to the city
