Ali Al-Andal.. a collection of poetry - a collection of poems
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Ali Al-Andal (A scroll of poetry... a scroll of poems) A book that sheds light on the poetic biography and creative path of the late Emirati poet, Ali Al-Andal, one of the innovators of the United Arab Emirates who departed early from the general Emirati and Arab cultural scene.. at the age of 38 years: (7/1/1966 AD - 6/5/) 2004 AD)... leaving behind a poetic and literary legacy scattered here and there... in the possession of his family, and in the private possession of friends of his creative journey that began in the eighties of the twentieth century, and in the stomachs of local newspapers and cultural magazines... and his specialized university studies in philosophy had a clear impact on his creative literary product, the matter Which made him a distinct and different personality from his university colleagues and modern Emirati poets and writers. This book (Ali Al-Andal: A Scroll of Poetry, a Scroll of Poems) is only a small station in his short life, rich in the creative products that his intellectual imagination planned. Awesome. Abdullah Muhammad is the reason
يستنتج كتاب "الأنا الواقعية والذاتية" مجيء تقدم رئيسي في المعرفة النقديّة الإنسانية تم التنبؤ به منذ وقت طويل، إنه يشرح و يصف مادة وجوهر الوعي كما تطوّر
Like a serene scene trapped inside a crystal ball in an eternal moment of peace, the Syrian city of Homs appeared, calm and full of secret dreams.
It is crossed by a curious river that tries to rebel a little and break the dull, monotonous crystal, and it is called the Orontes.
Then the war came and the city was fragmented, and the butterflies flew with their dreams into the flames.
Every day of war passes, bringing with it dozens of stories worth telling. This novel takes us around the city, to learn more stories about it and its residents, a city that has become full of stories.
The story of a final basil seedling where Father France parked his old bike before he was killed. And the stories of library owners that were stolen.
A kiss from a friend that he printed on the glasses of (Wael Qastoun) after he wiped the bloody dirt from them
The mystery of the lover who covered the walls of the gloomy cemetery in Bouha (Lulu, I love you).
A sad hand under the rubble of a house that no longer exists.
There is no fair narrative in times of war, but the language remains an apology to the city
