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Embrace the kingdom of flowers

I'm thirsty for eternity

Thirsty tell me stories

And stories where Hebrew. . . .

These were the last poems that she wrote, and she echoed her words that appealed to her ears. She was not one of those who liked spinning or romantic poetic Qabbani (Nizar Qabbani's poems), and she was not a fan of turquoise, nor a fan of coffee and stimulants.. She always loved stories, novels and books. And libraries and sanctify science in a way that no one else understands, and she did not leave a book in any field without reading it... a religion. philosophy. meeting . Science and anything You always like to know everything and go with the principle of “know something about everything” so that you have a background on all things… She was not like the rest of the dreamy Arab girls who believe most of the stories and believe in Ahlam Mosteghanemi’s words and apply them. It is true that she reads everything, but she does not apply what she reads, because not everything she reads deserves application. God for prayer, and what made her love her name more is that she named her late uncle for her, and the strange thing is that she did not see him in her life, but she loved him from her grandmother’s stories about him and about his manhood and courage and about the terrifying and tender aura at the same time that surrounded him. She wished she had known this man She is the second most loved man after her father

She comes from an above-average Arab family and less than very wealthy. She has a father with deep blue eyes as long as her family and her love, a father that not every girl possesses.. Affectionate, compassionate and strict at the same time.. he sacrifices everything for his family as long as he was the favorite of her deceased grandfather a year ago. ... She has a tender and strange mother with strong feelings, crying for the least reason and fearing for them less than an ant, but she is somewhat nervous, unlike her calm father.. She has a grandmother who is exactly the same as her mother's specifications. She was not very beautiful, but she was okay, but she had an aura of dangerous attractiveness.. She had wide eyes, two dimples, one deeper than the other, and a small mouth, but lips full of candy color and streaked, a normal nose, and smooth wheaten skin, incomprehensible hair of an incomprehensible color, blond brown with It is red at the edges and is of medium length.. It is also short and thin. It has a slightly stinging tongue and a lot of fun.. It does not like people to see its weakness even if they are its family.” She has a strange phobia of its kind, which is the fear of sadness... A lot of fun and a little contradictory, and what distinguishes her is her self-confidence and self-respect.... Ahmed's call is name and addiction

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... She sat reading Ahmed Matar's writings and hesitating them with her tongue. Enjoying the language is one of her habits..,,

She always saw that his violent revolutions in writing and expressing his patriotic feelings and the suffering of the Arab citizen were more sincere than Nizar's feelings about his lover and about the insignificant love in her eyes... She believed that Nizar's eloquence and skill and his ability in style did not deserve that bad aspect of life, which is love.

She believes that the misery and depression that she goes through at times is similar to Ahmed Matar's writings, as she loves language and philosophy in every ounce of her life, even as she lives her moments of sadness in an amazingly dramatic way. She wished she had lived in one of the eras of the European Renaissance in the nineteenth or eighteenth century, for they loved the centuries for her. She wished she had seen Henry Tudor or Louis XVI to babysit them and know about her feeling of being unjust, just, cruel and merciful at the same time.. as long as she loved the contradiction in character. ;;

She was not a fan of Titanic and she does not know why the world loved the movie or the story, even if it was realistic, it never attracted her inclinations, and although she is against love affairs, she thinks that Romeo is the most sincere lover and believes that he really loved Juliet. This was the first love story she believed in her existence .. Ghaith Fadl Laila Until he made a pilgrimage for her, and she saw this as hypocrisy and God Almighty, and Romeo married Juliet and did not accept her a forbidden relationship and here emerged the influence of Romeo on her, as she does not believe except in a relationship linked by marriage, and this is what helped Romeo ~

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For more than two months, she didn't want to read anymore, even the books I started reading didn't finish!'

She knows about the state of depression she is going through and the hormones of women that always affect her mood, so that sometimes they make her want to cry and without any good reason that leads to crying,*

Away from the strange depression that she suffers from every period and sometimes its stay is long _» she has another type of strange depression that she gets every time she reads a sad novel, she may stay sad for a week or more.

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She knows inside her that she needs someone who understands and appreciates her, but she does not want to give in to this desire so that she does not lose herself after losing confidence in those around her. Everyone has a world other than the one she does not want to share with anyone, not even her family _,,,

As long as she loves the songs presented in classical Arabic, as I said, she sanctifies the language to the fullest extent and enjoys it with all her eloquence and because of her love with the language, she understands some of the Turkish and Spanish and is fluent in English and French and likes to give each language its right with the correct pronunciation... And she was the most memorable Arab of Turkish Tarab, whose words, even if they were Ghazal, carried great eloquence in the language, and she always liked to sing the songs of Mustafa Cigli (one of the young Turkish singers).....

She writes her memoirs in English, backed by Spanish and French, so that the curious would not understand what she was talking about with her memoirs. She wished she had written a memo like that of the brilliant Sudanese writer Abdullah Rajab (Aghbash's Memoir or Diary of an Ordinary Man)

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. Sometimes she wished she had a friend and there was a boy or girl who would talk to him like her diary and tell him everything that crossed her mind like what she wrote..

I learned that all the friendships around her are all like