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رازي عاش في قريته معزولاً عن العالم الشاسع حرصًا من أمه حتى لا يتأذى أو يعاني، ويصادف مريم فتاة المدينة التي أتت للقرية تبحث عن أمر لم تجده في المدينة، فماذا يحدث عندما تعرض على رازي خوض غمار الحياة الشاسعة مقابل أن يترك حياته في القرية؟ وما هي حقيقة رغبتها به دون غيره من الرجال؟
Stories that begin, develop, become complicated, and are interrupted before they resume again. Their heroines: Siranah, Selti, Salma, Khansi, Aishana, women whose paths and destinies intersected in that charming region of northeastern Syria, with which the “Berlin-Baghdad Railway” tampered with and the destinies of its residents. .
From the plains of Mardin, the cities of Amuda and Ras al-Ain, and the villages of Shorik, Kondak, and Tal Halaf, these women whisper secrets in their low, intermittent voices filled with fear and illness. But their stories and songs go beyond their bodies’ struggle with tuberculosis, to immortalize the struggles of the Yazidis, Syriacs, and Armenians with oppression, massacres, and eternal alienation.
In Women of Tuberculosis, Reber Youssef, with his poetic language and his special sensitivity, explores the northeastern region of Syria, including its diversity: ethnic, religious, and racial, relying on in-depth historical, geographical, and anthropological research into what people live in that part of the earth, but he... Through his work, he creates a curiosity to explore history once again, after the northeast of the country now has the face of a woman.
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
In this book, I collected some of them to put them in your hands... because what happened to me or to one of the heroes of these thoughts also happened to you in one way or another...
Laughter, happiness, optimism, sadness and tears..
These feelings will touch you within the folds of this book, and you will see a reflection of a feeling
We have always thought about it, but we have not been able to express it in the form of words that ears can hear.
Her refuge was these papers so that hearts could see them before eyes.
There are happy endings, some are sad, and some of them I leave the pen to you to create an ending inspired by your own imagination.
You are also the hero of a story that you live and you are free to choose an ending that suits you
A social situation that the young people were fed up with... or a strange behavior that appeared among them...
Perhaps a feeling that has stood in the way of our lives... Bells ringing the holes of attention, waving at us with an icy hand...
Either it will dissolve before we notice it, or we will dissolve before we understand its purpose.
Here we stop and give it our minds... for you and perhaps for those after you
