“I am suffocating and Tokyo does not sleep
The story of the book is:
I watch the city's inhabitants, programmed like robots, from the window of my narrow room, with dreams of attending those prestigious universities, those dreams that haunt us like ghosts.
Tokyoites wear the same faces, the same fake laugh.
The degree and inclination of bowing to greet one another is the same and does not increase or decrease a degree.”
In the small greenhouse that I built for my dear flowers and roses, secret conversations take place and stories are told. Each of them tells the other her legend and the stories she witnessed and heard.
I hide from them so that they do not notice my presence, and I record everything that happens between them in my notebook. It's always dawn, and I don't realize how long I've been here in this corner. The conversations and stories told by the roses were not happy at all, they were like thorns with their pain.
The notebook contains a mixture of myths, stories, and texts that Al-Basataniyya collected to share with the reader, as he talks about the dark side of unlimited happiness, about disappointments, and betrayals that never heal. About those human relationships that do not rise to the sky.
Briefly, about the definition of pain in its many faces, which are depicted with thorns running down their branches, leaving a prick, a mark on a finger that touched them, and hidden pain.
From every garden is a flower and from every garden is a thorn
Twenty-one thorns that the gardener documented in her notebook, proving that pain is a universal language that is not limited to the poor only, but transcends all social classes that humans have placed through their ignorance.
كتاب " فاتتني صلاة " من تأليف الكاتب " اسلام جمال " كتاب موجه خاصة لمن لا يصلون و يتهاونون على الصلاة في هذا الكتاب سوف تجد أحسن الطرق للمواظبة عليها لأننا نعلم بأن الصلاة هي السبيل للسعادة و الطمأنينة.. نبذة عن الكتاب : في الصغر إعتدنا أن يأمرنا من يكبرنا بالصلاة .. فنمتثل للأمر ثم ن....
Beauty Café: A person's life is not devoid of many hardships: the departure of a loved one, the deterioration of health, the loss of money, the loss of a position... but despite all of that, we must continue to move forward, we must be optimistic, smile, and look to the future with eyes full of hope. We must cling to the moments of joy, and bite them with our jaws. Clinging to the moments of joy, from my point of view, is more useful than forgetting sadness. The heart is an open space for all feelings. If it is occupied by joy, it is narrowed by sadness, and if it is occupied by sadness, it is narrowed by joy. What we should be most wary of are moments of depression, as they are the ones that eat away at our lives without stopping, eating, eating, eating until they lead us to disappear. We are not alive because we wake up every morning, breathe, eat, and walk. We are alive for other reasons that are deeper and more closely related to the essence of life. We are alive because the passion is still within us, the passion to explore more in our lives, more that we don't know, but that we know we need.
About the book
The book is a short story for children about the life cycle of water in a simplified way. It explains the effect of sunlight and how it helps in changing the state of water to vapor and how clouds form until the water returns to the earth through a story that the mother tells to her little girl Maha, starting with Maha, who loves rain and prepared Her rain clothes are red and she asks her mother how the rain falls, and her mother tells a story about the sun’s rays and the rays releasing the water on the ground, and how it turns into steam and how the steam turns into a small cloud through a machine similar to a cotton candy machine. This is her first experience of traveling with the wind and seeing the desert. Mountains and valleys, and its rain falls on the Silver City until you pass by the village inhabited by Maha and see them playing, so you decide to return all of them to the earth to be with her.
