I wrote the ideas I wanted to convey...what I wanted to reveal...this is a revelation...displacing talk from a heart full of goodness and burdened with silence...perhaps I did not follow the method in which books are written...because...oh dear reader...oh human being. Whether you are male or female, I did not write for someone to evaluate me and to gain appreciation from some and criticism from others, while being prepared to accept and welcome it if it is constructive, honest, and purposeful.
But I am writing to dialogue with you.. to exchange with you.. to chat together.. respond to me as you read.. talk to me.. address me.. I hear you, understand you, and listen to you.. object.. disagree.. and agree.. make me a person close to you.. a friend. Dear to your heart... and do not judge me... leave the judgment to the Creator of the universe... respect my difference from you... and accept my belonging to my human, cultural and intellectual identity... and remember that we are all from Adam... and Adam is from dust.
I promise to respect and appreciate you and thank you for choosing my book and adding it to your precious list. Take care of it and put it in a warm and beautiful place.
Thanks ..
باعتباره نهجًا ثوريًا للتحفيز والتقدم الوظيفي، يمزج هذا الكتاب عناصر من مبادئ علم التحفيز وتصميم الألعاب والإدارة الذكية، ويظهر لك كيفية القيام بما يلي: إنشاء ثقافة تعزز التعاون والإبداع والإنتاج المذهل. ديناميكيات تحفيزية متغيرة تؤثر على سلوكيات وأداء أي فريق.
Adam rubs his old rust with the blade of a knife. He scratches the space with tremendous instinctive force. After a period of time has passed since the absence of a second person, the open space has become grayer, and different from what Adam imagined. Here he walks alone, but the old noise still haunts him. A mythical being lives under his skin, making him rub his hands and rub them. His eyelids, he wants to see the light hitting the body of the night with the blade of the knife, and the knife does not seem bold when faced with the thickness of the bohemian bellows that strikes it.
Adam declares, the wires extending from under the neck to the edge of the shoulder are swollen, his face appears congested with blood and the red color invades his place. Adam is now thinking about the crow that hovers around his head, crowing with a sound like the horn of an old freight vehicle. He had previously been told that seeing a crow in the belly of the sky is an omen. It was ominous, so his senses trembled and he turned to the notebooks of the past, and questions abounded in his head.
