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.
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Balance is a universal principle and a human requirement
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Balance is a universal principle and a human requirement:
Man lives in this life constantly seeking to satisfy his motives and needs in order to achieve them. Man is a being who is constantly searching for happiness, stability, and security, and is constantly searching for his psychological needs. There is no doubt that man is fascinated by everything new that coincides with the wheel and speed of life and the drive to keep up with it, specifically that which targets his interests and happiness.
Man is always passionate about competition, aspiration, challenge, and the pursuit of life in different ways and means, with the aim of quickly reaching the best, the best, and the most complete in one way or another, in order to achieve the desired and never-ending happiness. Rather, he remains searching for it and striving for it until the end of life. And if that indicates, it may indicate that the rush Life is characterized by stability, but it constantly changes with the fluctuation of circumstances and conditions and the changing and renewable interests of man, which suit his needs and requirements in every era.
We live in the time of the clock and the speed in which time is calculated by the second. Our journey in life has become obsessions, desires, competition, and challenges. We strive to achieve a desire to achieve ourselves and then for the sake of our world. It happens that we overdo it and exhaust ourselves, so we lose the present moment.
In the midst of the daily concerns, the abundance of distractions, the lack of time, and the energy-consuming rush that exhausts the feelings and requirements of the era, in addition to the scientific revolution and technology and its uses, which have brought about rapid leaps and many changes in our lives and whose uses have varied, duties, obligations, laws, restrictions, and various daily activities and burdens on our shoulders have increased, in our family and social relationships. And our relations with those around us and those far away that bind us, whether they are humanitarian, fraternal, international, customary, legal, ideological, or other ties that are based on human interaction and integration.
وفي أرض مكة رأى الشاب المكي محمد رؤيا عجيبة.. رأى العالم من الأعلى.. الشرق الأوسط وما جاوره.. رأى التماعات كومضات باهتة تظهر، ثم ما تلبث أن تختفي في نقط متفرقة بأرضنا.. لكن عينيه ارتبطت بنقطة واحدة.. شعر وكأن قلبه ينبض تمامًا مقيدًا بوقت إضائتها التي استمرت دون أن تنحسر.. اقترب منها مأخوذًا وكأنه يلبي دعوة علوية.. بدهشة ميز النبضة المضيئة.. ميز البناء المكعب الذي يراه كل يوم وسط زحام الطائفين والفنادق التي تطاولت عليه… مرمريًّا، مكسوًّا بالأبيض، منقوشًا عليه عهود الله بدم الإنسان.. وميز عنده بئرًا لا يعلم عنها شيئًا إلا أهل مريمة.. أمامها وقف عاجزًا ومن خلفه كعبته العتيقة… كعبته التي رآها وهي تتلون بلون جديد وكأنها كسوة أخرى تتخلق حولها، تتداخل فيها ألوان كعبة مريمة… وبكى وهو يرى نقوش الدماء تتحول قطرة قطرة إلى رجال ونساء وصبية، بحركات متقطعة وكأنها رقصة على إيقاع غير مسموع أو نقوش حكاية مرسومة على جدار مقبرة مصرية، تتحرك من جدار مريمة إلى كعبة الله الواحد ثم تنطبع عليها.. كل رجل حرف.. كل طفل تشكيلة.. والمرأة زينة حزينة تحيط بالكلمات
“Amazing is a hidden treasure in Aleppo,” says one of the novel’s heroines. In her work, Maha Hassan tries to bring this amazement through writing and memories to re-draw Aleppo and its ancient popular neighborhoods, its rituals of living, the simplicity of its people, and their small dreams, before the war comes and destroys all of this in its path.
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It is a story about love, childhood memories, intentional killing, the emotional placenta, and the role of literature in our lives
