About the poetic version..
This collection is the first poetry publication by the writer and journalist Dareen Shabir, in which she poetically dealt with the relationship between a woman and a man, with all its emotions and contradictions, and played beautiful love symphonies, interspersed with sad and angry pieces that confronted treachery, betrayal, and endless absurdity.
Between one piece and another, the features of the homeland that the poet embraced with all love appear, and wept over the wounds he suffered in silence, and sent him bouquets of flowers that never die.
She also embraced a homeland that opened its wings to her and provided her with inexhaustible creative energy, so literature was a haven... and poetry was a companion in travel and travel...
This poetic publication is distinguished by its remarkable touch with reality, in which Dareen Shabir sends humanitarian and social messages that express a reality that she lived and that was deeply engraved in her conscience... to serve as a rich journey into the worlds of love, homeland, society, and humanity.
Wadima is back, that girl who faces the routine of life with determination and stubbornness, and uses the calm of her days as an excuse for a steadfast ambition. The spirit of Wadima, who lived in every house and street in that beautiful time, will be the focus of a new group of interesting stories and fun adventures, which the honorable reader will no doubt have experienced, He keeps features of it or some of its details in his mind and memory, a fresh oasis whose moments he recalls from time to time.
A lasting call to that wonderful, fragrant past, and a message of nostalgia and longing for the joy that was evident on the face of that time, despite the meager living, the lack of capabilities, and the scarcity of resources. Every story is a pure source of living situations that pulsed throughout our homes and resided deep in the box of our memories.. I recall some of its chapters and pass them on to a generation that did not realize them, but He heard about it a lot and longed to discover the atmosphere of fun and happiness in the lives of children there, drawing inspiration from it many lessons and rich lessons, cognitively and linguistically, that illuminate hidden aspects of that life.
As the days pass and the years pass, Wadima enters a new stage in the journey of life. I invite you to live those sweet moments with her. Perhaps she will draw a captivating smile or burst out into a loud laugh, the echoes of which will reverberate throughout, making us forget the trouble of souls from the pressures of reality and the burdens of a time that has exhausted us from wrestling with its times and the speed of its lapse. .
