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
Indian stories:
It is a story of the adventures of Hindi and her friends
These stories were written in a way that speaks to the mind and heart of the child, mixed with gentle educational and psychological messages, and with the template of adventures that are beloved for children.
In its content, the novel deals with the story of a person who begins to wake up one day to find two men at the door telling him that he is wanted for trial, but they do not explain what case they are accusing him of. For any crime, he is interrogated, and as events develop and change, he fails to find out his crime. He and his lawyer begin to defend himself in various ways. But the difficulty they face is not knowing what his crime was
lost:
She felt pain as she felt that emotional emptiness, but she did not know the way to escape from her hell yet. When she married her cousin Hassan, hatred and spite pushed her into the arms of her neighbors’ son, Nader. That day, she felt feelings of revenge and revenge for her dignity, but she searched in the new marital home for salvation from... Deadly isolation, she slowly pursues her approach to trap her manager, Dr. Sami. At first, she was thinking about career advancement, but now she seems unconcerned about it. All she dreams of is the chest of a man upon which she lays her tired head, a man who awakens feelings of femininity in her. She has changed a lot with time. She looked closely in the mirror, which brought her back to her reality, as if she had just stepped out of a movie. She began observing those wrinkles that began to appear on her forehead and neck. She smiled sarcastically, before tears rolled down her cheeks and she shouted loudly, “I am nothing, I am useless, I am lost.” Lost.
