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The book addresses some of the financial issues prevalent in our society in a short collection of true stories to educate and educate individuals. It begins with a conflict between “reason” and “society” over the group of creditors drowning in a swamp of debt, where “society” ignores the circumstances of that group while “reason” goes on a short trip to find out their stories and what their circumstances are, then offers solutions to the creditors, and benefits from the experiences of those who survived them in order to prove Society has the idea that these individuals are capable of change and emerge from the darkness of debt into the light of success, eventually calling them “reasonable spendthrifts.”
The book will take you on a journey to travel through different stages of life that most of us have experienced, such as the work environment, the impact of social networking sites on our private and professional lives, as well as some topics related to the Fourth Industrial Revolution. With the addition of some of my own touches that mimic my point of view and convictions, to be the captain of this short, enjoyable journey. Similar to the saying: (The world is a book, whoever does not travel through it sees only one page), I say:
The book is a world of ideas, and whoever does not read it does not think.
It is a collection of articles including:
Your slumber and your jealousy are killing me. Your neglect and absence kill me. I am here between the magic of your fingertips before dawn opens his heart and eyes. Do you still remember my beloved, or have travels, the call of dawn, and beautiful women of chance stolen you? Am I still in you like a bird that happily pecked your palm and then flew away so that you would not see its hidden sadness? On this day, I woke up to the rose of my heart between your lips. I felt the lines of your face with a tremor of fear that I would ignite her fleeing life. I saw the pupils of your eyes only to read the distances, the textures, and the seas that you crossed with a closed heart, to land exactly where you were destined to amaze me before you stole me. I saw you at the threshold of fear telling me what was in your heart, before you withdrew: I fear that I will die and not be satisfied with the touch of silk in your soul, nor with the storms of a body that was stolen since the first resurrection, nor with the luminous language that childhood buried in her heart, and closed tightly for fear of getting lost and forgotten. I search for you without fear of me, and I do not know how a lover can be the victim of a dream that he stole while unaware of his grief
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