From India's diary:
Every stage of a person’s life is beautiful if the person accepts it with its different circumstances. Some of its details remain engraved in the mind, both sweet and bitter, over the years.
Adolescence was one of the most critical stages I went through. At that time, I did not understand how everyone was dealing with me. Was I still a little girl with adult topics forbidden from me, or an older girl who had entered the world of thinkers and responsibilities?
Hind, here, is a face that reflects the aspects of life of many teenage girls in Gulf society and what ramifies this life related to relatives, friends, or other social relationships.
Having gone through adolescence one day, I can say to Hind: There must be hope that you always search for and wait for, despite all the storms you will face in your life and the stumbles in your steps. Know that hope is an inner peace that makes you smile despite the pain.
The missing painting:
Noise that no one can hear except me, lights, people, and places that no one else knows, and others do not even believe. When I Was Alone is a collection of stories whose events will amaze you, and whose details will terrify you. It happened to some and it may happen to others, with a slight difference in the events.
Advice: If you read the book and feel afraid, do not sit alone, and if you think that you will not feel fear, do not sit alone either!
تتحدث القصه عن " صغيره " الفتاة التي تعيش بالخارج لإكمال دراستها تتخرج و تعود إلى الكويت لتسكن مع شقيقها الأكبر في منزله تتوالى الأحداث و تنتقل إلى السكن
في هذا الكتاب، الذي نُشرَ للمرة الأولى عام 1908 على صفحات جريدة "المهاجر" لصاحبها أمين غريّب، يتحدّث جبران عن شخصيات تمرّدت على التقاليد الإجتماعية القاسية، أكانت هذه تتخذ شكل زواج قسري أم استبداد إقطاعي أو غير ذلك من الأشكال.
Some of them call it (the service of knowledge), and some of them call it (the compulsory service), but the truest name for it is the name given to it by the public: (compulsory). Compulsory, no matter how much they cover it with national cellophane, will remain one of the heaviest experiences that a person goes through. He will live a long time and die, and the heavy feeling that there is a gun on his shoulder will never disappear.
