لماذا نخفي على الرجال الكثير من الأسرار؟ ربما لأننا نخفيها عن أنفسنا في البداية.. نحن وُلِدنا في مجتمع يتغير بطريقة أسرع من تخيلات الجميع، حاول الأهل استيعابنا بالقدر الكافي.. لكن الكثير من الحيرة والتشتت وربما «اللخبطة» كانت هي شعار المرحلة..
علاقات مشوهة، أحلام تقف في منتصف الطريق، وتصورات مشوشة عن أنفسنا، وبالتالي عن الرجل.. لذلك ربما نحتاج لإعادة اكتشاف الذات، ومصارحة أنفسنا بأسرارنا الخاصة والاستشفاء منها، ربما في تلك اللحظة يمكننا أن نخبر الجميع بكل شيء
I decided here to write about my weakness, my strength, my surrender, my fear, my courage, my will, and life. I decided to challenge myself, between those letters, to write about my experiences, my failure, my mistakes, to ask myself a lot about all of that, about every reason that destroys me, and about every reason that makes me stronger. .
Here in this book you will find me advising myself one day, surrendering another day, accepting and satisfied, and angry and dissatisfied with everything at other times.
You will find among all of this a question that I researched in my experiences in order to answer it. I do not have the answer to it because your experience is different from my experience. Read my answer and search for your answer.
I write here because I care about me, I write here because I care about you.
When you decide to surrender, you must also decide not to, and when you decide not to, you must face some weakness until you find the strength within you.
I hope you find what you are looking for here, and I find what I want from writing.
The scent of narcissus
It is a collection of stories that carry within it the harvest of the years. I derived its ideas from my daily observations, experiences, and coexistence with my students and colleagues, but it is not related to a specific character, as I formulated it to be a general situation that sometimes overlaps with more than one experience and more than one character, as the reader will live with the woman who sacrifices... She gave her life for the sake of others in “The Handkerchief”, the oppressed girl in “Abeer”, the arrogant girl “Shatha Al-Narjis”, the struggling teacher “Professor Marzouk”, the unfaithful friend “In the Wind”, and honoring parents “The Moment of Birth” and the downtrodden employee “Skyscrapers”. There is a view into the past through the story “Bars of Silence.”
I wrote this collection during my participation in the Aqdar Writing Program, which was organized by the Ministry of Education two years ago. The Ministry of Education printed limited copies without signing a contract or monopoly on copyright, simply to publish examples of the program’s work during that period, and then we were left with the option of publishing it, as it received remarkable demand and was chosen. One of the secondary schools in Sharjah considered it the best publication last year, and given the insistence of my colleagues and students to obtain copies of it, especially the keenness of a large number of female students to search for it in the exhibition, and the disappointment that it was not published, prompted me to take this step and come to your home, which has become an edifice of the word and a door of culture. To publish my collection, I ask the Almighty God for success.
