It happens that a story creeps into your depths, shaking you violently and challenging you to turn away from it. This is exactly what happened to me with the story of the Nightingale. The truth is that I did everything in my power not to write this novel, but my research into the subject of World War II led me to the story of the young woman who made an escape route from occupied France, and I could not escape from it. Thus, her story became the starting point, and in reality it is a story of heroism, risk, and unbridled courage. I could not distract myself from her; I kept digging, exploring, and reading, until this story led me to other stories that were no less amazing. It was impossible for me to ignore those stories. Thus, I found myself under the weight of one question haunting me, a question that remains as valid today as it was seventy years ago: Under what circumstances would I risk my life as a wife and mother? More importantly, under what circumstances would I risk my child's life to save a stranger? This question occupies a major position in the novel The Nightingale. In love, we discover who we want to be; In war, we discover who we are. Perhaps sometimes we do not want to know what we can do to survive our lives. In war, women's stories have always been ignored and forgotten. Women usually return home from the battlefields, say nothing, and then move on with their lives. The Nightingale is a novel about these women, and the bold choices they made to save their children and maintain the lifestyle they had become accustomed to. Kristen Hannah
طبعًا يا صديقي ما بقاش فيه دلوقتي ست حلوة وست وحشة ولا ست فرفوشة وست نكدية. لكن فيه ست جوزها بيعاملها كويس ويدلعها ويديها فلوس تسافر بيروت تنفخ وتشفط فترجعله هيفاء عجرم. وفيه ست جوزها بيهينها ويقلل منها ويديها فلوس تروح السوق تشتري الخضار وتدفع الإيجار فترجعله تفيدة عبد المتجلي. يعني اللي بيصنع الاتنين هما فلوسك ومعاملتك وطبعًا حضرتك مفلس زي حالاتي يبقى مافيش قدامك حل غير إنك تعاملها كويس. بس علشان تعاملها كويس لازم الأول تفهم شخصيتها واحتياجاتها وتعرف هي بتحب إيه وبتكره إيه، علشان كده أنا عملت لك الكتاب ده اللي هتقدر من خلاله تحل شفرتها وتعرف كل حاجة عنها، وبكده ترجعلك هيفاء عجرم ومن غير ولا مليم. أي خدمة
She's the one who killed me:
A person does not know what is going on in his hidden world
It is tall and beautiful, and when it fell, the sound of its fall was terrifying
It was as if a mountain had collapsed due to his hugeness and strength. He was the type of man whom you felt would never die or could not die. This is what a person thinks when he sees it filling around him with life. He works like a strange device that moves the flow of life around people, so events begin to come to you from every direction. Pleasant events happen to you. He produces life and distributes it without false packaging or illusions. I did not think that someone like him might depart from our lives in a disgusting car accident.
