Electrolytes and resources:
It is a variety of study subjects in the school of life. It has no time or place, no chapter or book.
It is available to every person, and every day it contains more than one exam, and its materials have not been subjected to planning or preparation, and it has no curriculum.
It comes and goes, disappears and settles, changes and is renewed... This is how its materials are as I experienced them.
Resources are study materials imposed by life experience and written by life experience, and life remains the mother of schools.
Saleh’s prophecy:
Historical events, taking us away to another world, and hidden details that some do not know, fought through heroes of a different type, heroes (unknown) of many of our emerging generations who do not know the efforts and achievements of our early youth who did not leave our world until they planted the seeds of Islam, religion, knowledge and language in it. Countries, islands and villages located in remote and remote areas.
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
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