These thoughts are hymns for joy and happiness, and hymns for giving and giving to others and to oneself, alike to the two. What is important is that this giving be purely for the good and a giving that does not expect to be returned with the same. For our giving to be beautiful and wonderful, we must distribute it like pieces of candy that are distributed to children without any expectation from them to pay. Its price.
It is a call for love, tolerance and familiarity for all, as they are all human values that do not recognize spatial or temporal boundaries. Their boundaries will be drawn after they prevail in a world that needs many stimulating doses of them, and our role is to take these doses one dose after another.
I leave you with some hymns of happiness, away from the world of sorrows and worries, and doses of hope that we have drawn and colored with the colors of happiness.
. في زمن غابر ولى في غفلة من قبائل ارض العرب ... استيقظ خطر كان يتربص بهم منذ عقود خطر تجسد بهيئة رجل ...لقبه اتباعه ب (الماران) كاهن تبعه من تبعه بدعوى نبوءات لا تخطئ من يراها في يقظته ومنامه ثار هذا الكاهن على حاكمه سلب عرشه بمعاونة اتباعه المغيبين ليس ليعتيليه ... بل ليحطمه.
واية يا بعده رواية عاطفية جرت أحداثها بين الشاب حمد، الذي أنهي دراسته في الولايات المتحدة الأمريكية، وتقدم لطلب يد الفتاة بسمة ابنة الجيران، وتتم الخطبة
Everything happens for a reason
Three twin girls: “Amira”, “Malak” and “Maryam”. Their mother died after giving birth to them, then they separated after they were adopted by different families, each of them experiencing their own different battles in life, then they came together in their twenties to live together in one house. In the end, all the characters in the novel understand their lessons in life and why everything that happened in their lives happened, because everything happens for a reason and for the wisdom of God.
If we do not understand life's lessons for us...the same painful situations will continue to be repeated to us in the form of different people, forms, and situations, and we will continue to complain about our situation. Until we stop living the role of the victim and take responsibility for our lives and our choices in them, we understand why what happened to us happened and what was the wisdom behind it all? Only then will we stop playing secondary roles in other people's stories, and we will be the heroes of our own story
How could she find boldness, ardor, detachment, and greatness in her? These qualities only appear when a freedom throws itself into an open future, emerging beyond every given thing. We lock a woman in a kitchen or a bedroom, and we are surprised that her horizon is limited. We cut its wings, and we are sorry that it does not know how to fly. Let us open up the future to her, and she will no longer have to stay in the present.
We show the same contradiction when we imprison her within the confines of her ego, or her home, and blame her for her narcissism, her selfishness, and what accompanies them: such as vanity, crankiness, evil...etc. We strip her of all possibility of tangible communication with others, so that in her experience she does not feel the call of solidarity, nor its benefits, since she is completely devoted to her family, and isolated; Thus, we cannot expect it to transcend itself towards the common good. She stubbornly stays in the only field she is familiar with; Where you can exert influence over things, and within it you find fleeting sovereignty.
