Man had a beautiful dream about himself, and he aspired to transcend his human condition, but a succession of circumstances opened a wound in this dream. The dream began to bleed and fade away. As it atrophied, it began to take on forms and names. From time to time, a person became aware of his tragic loss and realized that he was working hard to prevent himself from descending from his human level to the level of an animal, and when he resisted, his resistance took on a form of madness, and in this book an attempt is made to touch upon something of... This bleeding is particularly within the context of creative expression. Perhaps these (introductions) could be an (introduction) to a more comprehensive research, or research, but we are currently in the stage of defending our right to insanity.
Summary of the book: In Brief, You Are My Dream. Written by: Maryam Bint Al-Aali I wrote in this book a lot of different feelings and topics. Between its lines there are feelings that go back to my heart, my feelings, and my general life. I wrote about love in the sense of my private heart, and about happiness, sadness, separation, and many feelings that carry praise for one person and reproach for others. My words here do not constitute one year or a period. Short of my life, but here is a group of years that began when my pen began to draw its first letters and continues to this day. There are also those feelings that do not belong to me, but rather to those around me. When they were happy, I had to write about their joy, and while they were sad and in pain, I had to speak instead of their hearts and share their sorrows with them through those pulsating letters. Every time I listen to what... They feel it from experiences in this life full of different stories. I used to quote a summary from it and spin it with my fingertips to form thoughts that tell what is inside them. We all always want to explain our different feelings, but that is difficult for everyone, as we are not equal. Thus, my pen was my heart with its feelings and experiences, and all of their hearts with all those things that they experienced. Share with me the details. I have talked about many things in the pages of my book, and yet my heart still longs to live more and sees that what I have written so far is nothing more than the letters of a few years that passed during my youth and youth. I talked a lot in my book about feelings of love, and I am fully aware that many will not understand them well. They will like the beauty of the letters and the harmony of the words, but only those who have lived the same feeling and know that love is not the love that exists between two genders or two people, but rather love is to love ourselves, so we love those who love us. We love life around us and thus we see people in a completely different light. As for separation, pain, sadness, treachery, and betrayal, I know that everyone will understand it and delusively think that it touches on the pain and pain that went through his heart, not because he actually felt it, but pain and sadness are somewhat similar in reactions and the way they are expressed by the majority, even though we live in different things. It has to do with what others experience, as separation is different people, times, ages, situations, and ways that are not as similar as they think. As for the beauty, happiness, and spontaneous feelings in our lives, they are what give us hope, ambition, and strength to remain steadfast in this life. In the last topics of my book, I spoke a lot and expressed my love for my friends. They are always the most important and have priority. Only them remain with us. No one shares our sorrows and joys except them. No one understands our strange behavior and different feelings except true friends who are absolutely indispensable.
Endless hordes of palm trees roll horizontally, regularly and lightly, behind a small human body, heading towards the village of “Al-Ghazala” to destroy it completely. While the residents of the village and its people live the horror of the last moments, awaiting their inevitable fate drawn by someone seeking revenge, there are pasts that unfold, events that appear, and stories that are reproduced to tell the story of two imaginary villages.
In a strange atmosphere, and the strangest relationships between the characters of his novel, “Ahmed Kamel” grapples with the idea of human helplessness, and delves into the worlds of secret desires, which people do not dare to announce or reveal.
“Mountain of Metaphors” is a novel that takes inspiration from the proverbs of villages in the Egyptian countryside, the beliefs of its people, and their fairy tales, to build its own myth.
