We are the generation of war, and our parents are the generation of defeat, and between them souls grew old, and the concepts of war and love became similar to them.
Things are too big to tell, but I believe that a story alone is capable of creating a small homeland that we carry in our pocket, and that we talk about to our children who were born outside the homeland, and who carried its mark on their faces, tongues, and identities without seeing a stone in it. Only a story is sufficient to create the imaginary homeland in their minds alive. .
This collection deals with stories from the lives of women who lived between two rivers. Between Syria and one of the asylum countries, it is concerned with the small details of these two lives, and the effects that the war had on the lives of these women: disappointment, loss, escape, and love.
It is an attempt to overcome the great scene of war, and the frost of the borders creeping as a river of ice between the shoulders, with small details, in which the voice rises and asks: “Yes, I lived between two rivers, but which of them lived in me?”
why now ... I mean, why did the countries boycott Qatar, or the countries calling for combating terrorism (Saudi Arabia, the Emirates, Bahrain, and Egypt), decide to boycott Qatar now, after two decades of the Qatar regime’s behavior that supports and finances terrorism and destabilizes the region?
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It is my second poetry collection, containing 27 diverse poems
Texts that mimic feelings and play on the string of emotion.
The song is rich in nostalgia and passionate in conversation. I hope it will be accepted by people of good taste.
The art of advancement:
Although we cannot go back and change our wrong decisions, we can start from now on making a new beginning. If something ends, do not waste your time holding on and thinking about it for a long time, for life is greater than wasting it in regret and regretting an experience that we did not succeed in. In which .
Between the covers of this novel is a love story in a time of war that has no time or place.
But it is the product of humanity's struggle since time immemorial, a struggle between good and evil, human greed, and a love that settled between two hearts that refused to die even after their separation.
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