Time dragged on the Cold War until it seemed as if it would last forever, and then when the people of the earth became convinced that they were capable of it, weapons appeared to announce the birth of a new era. Dark nights multiplied, and injustice gave birth to black offspring with a long robe that extended to cover the edges of the world. As the daughters of time dissolved into each other, the breezes of light began to illuminate the margins that had been neglected by the hand of murder, so that life began to return, little by little. However, it seems that the third war was not enough for a handful of survivors to learn the lesson well. The pandemonium was restored, and the land, which had become empty except for dozens, was no longer sufficient to satisfy the ambitions of the men. The diagrams started on a white page and quickly turned black. This is a story told in the past tense that humanity will soon receive. A few survivors of the nuclear war are granted a long life, and their lives are extended to populate the Earth, but humans are humans, as the struggle over chairs soon returned exactly as it was before the countries met in a war that almost made humans news. Nour and her husband Rashid come out of hiding to find that their once prosperous city has become desolate and there is no trace of anything but death on the sidewalks. The husband searches for survivors, only to have hope shattered on a wall of corpses lying on the sides of the road in disarray. The pair's patrols continue until they realize that a new world, unknown to humanity, is taking shape. After a few days, they realized that they had no choice but to flee a life closer to the world of the jungle, so they began the journey to seek the scent of humanity outside the city limits.
. يعد هذا الكتاب من أهم الأعمال الروائية في الأدب العربي المعاصر، وقد حقق نجاحًا كبيرًا في الوطن العربي. يتناول الكتاب قصة حياة شاب يحمل اسم خالد والذي يعاني من مشاكل نفسية واجتماعية، ويجد نفسه في مواجهة مشكلات كثيرة في حياته.
Do you know how longing reaches its peak? When you continue, despite the arrows being directed at you professionally... arrows coming from the paths of no return, only to be caught by winds that also dig between your folds and write down the stories of the thorny autumn... and despite this, the hope of meeting is sweeping through all your insides... In our village, you find some people talking about the spring season as told in volumes of myths, and some of them painted a picture of it, lived in it and in its memory, and invented a lie in order to celebrate it with the lighting of the candles of the April cake. It is a cake that is made once a year, in April, and has remained sacred. How do we celebrate a spring that was only mentioned in volumes of legends?! Then I decided to be silent, but my pen was not silent yet. Between my letters I feel spring. Perhaps I have done the same as them. I also made up a lie in order to see from the silence of the letters what the previous ones in the search had gone astray from. Until I made the decision to search for him, but with a new identity and deeper convictions; To make it easier than trying to find it... Who?! Sheikh of our tribe; Through it, the spring to which we lost our way will be completed. Yes, it will be completed at the top of that mountain. In the middle of a search, you lose your dearest person, and you find yourself alone, complete. Perhaps I had found it among my letters at that time, and I knew where it was, or my subconscious was mocking me. But all I want to say in my right mind is: Honestly, I will not give up my new identity.
/Steve Irwin (Little People, Big Dreams)-1718326729.jpg)
