Trees that stand for birds:
A collection of stories by Emirati writer Obaid Ibrahim Bu Melha. The stories revolve between surreal and absurd sarcasm, human conflict, and the mixing of concepts and ideas with chaos, to discuss the concept of literature and writing, the meaning of life, and the struggle between good and evil in the human soul.
In everything Dostoyevsky wrote, he was writing about his spiritual research and exploration, and looking for solutions to the issues that worried him, but which would not be solved, as he himself clearly realized. And all of his heroes, including those who differ greatly from him in terms of his moral formation, struggle with the issues that Dostoyevsky himself wrestled with throughout his life. He is the spiritual father of all his main heroes, meaning that he represented a model for them. There is not a single person, among those whom he created and created, who did not copy him from himself, even if in a different way.
The life of a great personality becomes intelligible to us to the extent that we are able to delve into it, with one look, in the full diversity of its characteristics, which are often contradictory, but stemming from a single root. If we are not able to accomplish this, then in one way or another, in one way or another; We will simplify and impoverish this great personality.
If a biography of Dostoevsky's life was written without considering his novels, it would be worth nothing, and it would be impossible to restore the formation of his personality without his works. Dostoyevsky's realistic, experimental biography for understanding his novels is no less important than his novels themselves for understanding his personality. On the pages of Dostoevsky's novels, all of humanity's history, thought, and culture are revived, reflected in individual consciousness.
In order to understand the true importance of Dostoyevsky, which he has acquired in our time, a frank conversation is necessary.
earthquake :
The night was spreading its black cloak, and the sky looked like a gigantic female covering her body from head to toe. Mu’ayrid was lying in the complete darkness like a sick cat stretching out its feet in the water and resting its back on the towering mountains, which were like giant sheep headbutting the sky. Nasser stood at The beach, and the wave was combing the strands of sand wet with water and salt, and close to his head was the throat of a seagull that had perhaps lost its way to shelter, and its voice had a hoarseness resembling the voice of an old man sick with a cough.
