الجزء الثاني.. وسرقة تأبين جدي نسيم الصائغ أبن عائلة نبلاء فوارس صهوات الخيول.. الذي حول الألم لأمل لذة البوح على الورق لالصاقه بصاحب موقع نشر المسروقات

Furthermore, they have unlawfully appropriated my grandfather’s commemorative tribute —
Nassem Al-Sayegh , a descendant of noble knights, who turned pain into hope and confessions into literature —
wrongfully attributing it to the owner of the website known for publishing stolen materials.
 
 
Now, let’s get into the tangled mess happening in the pigsty of that stolen-content publishing website!!
They went as far as to steal the website itself, in collaboration with Mona, the gum of the thief Nawal!!
They stole the documented and carved-into-the-rocks-of-history legacy of my grandfather, Nassem Al-Sayegh
— backed by official documents!!
And they even stole my grandfather’s memorial tribute, which is protected by intellectual property rights!!
Trying to falsely attach it to the owner of that stolen-content site — but that’s a whole other case entirely!
 
the second part:
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Nassem Al-Sayegh — a craftsman, the son of a noble family of horseback knights... who turned pain into hope, the pleasure of expression on paper.
 
I believe my grandfather Nassem Al-Sayegh
once, secretly, without prior arrangement, tasted the "pleasure" of being himself,
and decided to reclaim it, on paper.
 
From his experiences, he realized that no one and nothing,
is worth wearing a mask for, and from the very first moment, he discarded all masks!
And that makeup touches are not for beauty,
but lies, for someone who loves roses doesn’t mind their thorns.
This is what Faik Al-Sayegh taught me, and he said it throughout his victorious life.
He used to say it proudly:
“This is me, the descendant of kings, the son of a noble family of horseback knights, and this is my enjoyable journey through time and space.”
 
His journey reflected a rich experience, for a man of “seven trades”:
 
A teacher to princes and kings in the art of elegance and taste.
 
A businessman who weighs life with the balance of diamonds and gold.
 
An artist, a piano player, a confectioner of music.
 
An engineer of minds and life, building it as he loves and desires.
 
A real estate expert who reads the human mind with culture, thought, and logic.
 
A rights publisher and an inspiring revolutionary influencer since 1930, with the wheat trials and hundreds of others bearing witness to his creative left-wing writing.
 
A teacher to generations on civilization, refinement, and logic.
 
He believed that success means turning "coincidences" into "opportunities",
and that the road with the sign "Do not approach" is the one "worthy of a journey of a thousand miles and a mile."
 
Nassem Al-Sayegh stood, after his assassination attempt in the elevator,
before the mirror of life, stretching over eighty years of events, obstacles, situations, and successes,
all pointing to an exceptional and unique personality.
He had the ability to "distinguish between real imagination" and "mythical imagination,"
"to differentiate between the possible impossible" and "the impossible impossible."
He could tell the difference between dirt that turns to gold and diamonds,
and cheap dirt that remains dirt, not worth the effort!!
 
Throughout his journey, he taught us that success is not the ability to solve problems and crises!!
But the ability to prevent them from happening in the first place!!
And if they happen, he works to ensure they never repeat!!
He excelled through the decades,
not because he was the man of long-term plans and programs!
Or the man of wealth, projects, and rich contracts!
But because he was the man with "vision, wisdom, and enlightenment,"
born for leadership, innovation, and success!
"Anti-life viruses from extremists and fanatics,"
never tired, never gave up, in surrounding him and his son Faik Al-Sayegh,
and they, who never tired of surrounding me and my grandfather’s and father’s legacy!!
 
Just as my grandfather Nassem Al-Sayegh and my father never felt weariness
nor fatigue,
I inherited, through my genes and family, a legacy that does not know exhaustion,
nor does my path bear fatigue, only triumphs.
And now, we declare to the universe and to every theft, forgery, and absurdity:
"Is there more?"
For those who triumph are not the thieves and forgers!
But those who possess the documents, evidence, facts, and history.
 
 
I have become, by inheritance and family structure, someone who is never weary, and no exhaustion tarnishes my path to victory, just like my family.
And we began to declare, in the face of the universe and against every theft, forgery, and chaos:
"Is there more?"
For the victors are not the thieving forgers!
It is those who possess the documents, evidence, facts, and history.
 
My grandfather, the living legend, who was falsely accused by the extremists of spreading vice and degeneration because he was enlightened and a man of enlightenment.
And the second time, they tried to kill him in the elevator!
Then, in the third time, they closed his school—the School of Reviving Intellectual and Civilizational Heritage for Elevation—under the pretext of opposing the state's official system and proselytizing. The school was abolished in 1975, and my grandfather and father were banned from practicing their political rights!
 
All the accusations they tried to level against my grandfather and father were not disgraceful; on the contrary, they were medals on their chests.
They considered these accusations as stray bullets aimed at them and victories on the ladder of their glory.
 
Thus, the man with "multiple aristocracies and nobility" wrote,
Through his rich experiences over the decades...
You have read, dear ones, through my eulogy for him,
Lines that he did not write but lived, and that he said:
(It is more honorable for a person to be falsely accused while innocent,
Than to be attached to glory that he did not create,
And to release a thief who is guilty and steal his glory that he did not earn.)
 
And despite the many works, projects, and contributions,
Nassem Al-Sayegh , as a husband, father, and grandfather,
He gave us, his family, our full right to care and attention.
I don’t know if I am right or not,
But from the very beginning, I felt that the "gathering" of the old house
Was the most beautiful and important project in the story of a lifetime, with no guarantees,
No feasibility study… and perhaps, if given a choice,
He would choose, without hesitation or doubt, the title
"Family Man,"
Not
A businessman who led enlightenment and became a teacher for generations.
 
Can you imagine a man from Raqqa who always used to apologize to his wife, my grandmother Jessica
(- Owner of wheat fields… the one with the golden chains
And blue eyes that God created me in her image,
But I inherited my mannerisms and character... like a storyteller and goddess of the alphabet,
A ballet dancer, a musician, a literary figure, and a novelist
From my enchanting grandmother Maroula, the beloved of my grandfather Nizar Aba Tawfiq, the eternal one.)
 
Can you imagine a lover of sensitivity, emotion, and poetry
Apologizing to Jessica...
For not changing, despite the passing of decades,
And not being able to become, as she wished, just a family man
To pamper her!!
Despite his travels around the world, he was still haunted
By the philosophical wanderer's thoughts.
He never parted with his foolishness, his moments of madness,
Nor the flashes of romance, or his wandering through philosophies and ideas.
 
What can I hide from you...
Personally, I think that a person who wants to stay young!!
Should be like my grandfather—repeating the learning from his follies,
Trying new ideas every day and engaging in the adventure of learning through lives and worlds, with excursions and journeys.
Thus, he becomes a man of "seven trades,"
Wishing for "seven lives at least."
He yearns for additional spaces of life,
To live them with the understanding, experience, and wisdom he has acquired.
It’s not fair for doors to be closed, and for us to leave life
After we've found the right key,
For the moon is not incomplete, except when it’s about to be full.
 
So...
For many, "failure" represents the end of the road,
And surrendering to regret and frustration.
But with my grandfather Nassem Al-Sayegh ,
We face a man who knows that the fear of failure is an early aging of his dreams,
Leading to impotence and paralysis.
Fear is shame and defeat,
Not failure from falling down in an attempted assassination—
For it’s a failed assassination attempt, well-documented with evidence, just an incident—
But staying down is our choice, and our decision!!
Thus, in his philosophy and wisdom, he triumphed over
Sigmund Freud himself,
Who was born on May 6, 1856, and died on September 23, 1939,
An Austrian psychologist and founder of psychoanalysis.
He presented many creative ideas in the interpretation of human behavior,
And had a great influence on Western thought in the 20th century.
 
Freud believed:
(That "pain," whether "physical or psychological,"
Is one of the driving forces behind the development of personality and behavior.
One of his most famous ideas is that "pain and repressed feelings from early experiences"
(Such as childhood)
Can leave profound effects on the unconscious,
Which may affect a person's life in unseen ways.)
 
But my grandfather Nassem Al-Sayegh , my father, and of course, I,
as a legacy of the greatness of the noble family of horsemen from the lineage of kings,
Made an inspiring transformation in concepts.
Instead of pain being destructive as Freud sees it,
We succeeded in:
("Rearranging the letters" from "pain" to "hope,"
Which reflected a profound positive transformation that can happen when pain is dealt with in a constructive and productive way.)
This transformation highlighted "our ability as a family to carry the robe from the Almighty Lord,
And exceptional, rare genes for genius, elevation, nobility, and strength.
We are capable of reshaping our life experiences from displacement, persecution, and attempts to steal our history, efforts, works, and documented actions,
And confronting the thieves' psychological battles and helplessness of a handful of thieves,
Turning challenges into opportunities for growth and development.
"Hope" here is not seen as denial of "pain,"
But as a new way of dealing with it,
Where we present pain from theft, distortion, and hysterical allegations
As a driving force that pushes us toward change and success, and proving that a rotten environment for thieves
And a thieves' den will not stand against the power of the light of truth because the Lord is justice.
We will purify the rotten environment from thieves
Instead of leaving the honorable ones in a cycle of suffering.
Thus... my grandfather, my father, and I,
Understood that
"Rearranging the letters"
Is a kind of "deep psychological transformation"
That occurs when we change the way we think and view pain and difficulties.
Thus... we learned and worked according to the principle:
(If we want to "serve our country," we must always "be in the front line"
"To serve its people"... "Through education, elevation, enlightenment, and illumination..."
And "sustainable development," and "creating creative ideas," and "freeing stagnant minds,"
And "purging the stealing, hateful minds,"
And "exposing the thieves" with evidence and documented papers...
"We say and do nothing but what we believe,"
Until our public personalities become our hidden personalities.)
Thus spoke "Nassem Al-Sayegh , the inspiring grandfather,"
The professor, the expert, the teacher with a great impact.
 
The one who always declared:
"This is me — a life fully lived, the story of a man
who believes he must burn to light the way for others.
A mind of a philosopher, ever questioning and full of wonder,
the heart of an artist in love with the details,
the curiosity of children who delight in dismantling their toys,
and the resilience of soldiers."
 
He is "a blend of magic" whose ingredients are renewed with every sunrise.
 
Some autobiographies are a final curtain call,
a farewell to the world and a resting of the soul.
But Nassem Al-Sayegh , ever faithful to his nature, never acknowledged endings.
While most life stories are about extinguishing fires,
he lived every pivotal moment by igniting it.
 
He adored the art of confession, and lifting the veil off many questions.
Nassem Al-Sayegh , until the last day of his life,
kept wondering whether happiness lies in letting go of things,
or in acquiring them.
Is it what we take that shapes us,
or what we give away?
Which is harder:
to cultivate barren lands and grow wheat,
or to reclaim barren souls?
Is humility the beginning of failure,
or a treasure that time multiplies?
 
A memory that remains vivid in my mind —
on May 1st, 1998, my grandfather’s birthday —
I began to write in my own way,
to the tune of Frank Sinatra’s My Way,
released in 1969,
a song my grandfather loved dearly,
ever present in his recorded, documented memories.
Its lyrics, its radiance, its emotions,
found their way into his journals.
As one of the most iconic songs written by Paul Anka,
it became Sinatra’s musical signature,
and embodied his life philosophy,
narrating his own story and experiences,
affirming that he always chose to walk his own path,
defying expectations and empty flattery.
 
It was my father, Al-Faik Al-Sayegh, who played it on my grandfather Nassem Al-Sayegh ’s birthday,
on the first of May, 1998.
 
And to the tune of My Way,
the words dance in our minds,
and the memory lingers,
as if the melodies themselves were an indelible signature in the memory of time.
That song, which my grandfather so deeply admired,
present in every moment of his life,
carries within it raw and genuine emotions.
In every line lies the journey of a life he lived as a warrior,
always choosing his own way amidst the challenges of the days.
 
In my grandfather’s memories, his words still echo like an inner voice,
prompting reflection on the many paths life offers,
and the strength a person can find when they choose to walk alone,
living life on their own terms, no matter the hardships they face.
 
Inspired by my grandfather’s life,
my father — Al-Faik Al-Sayegh, the philosopher, the mystic, the seeker of spiritual depth,
the comparative scholar of religions,
deprived of exercising his political rights —
his life became a canvas of wisdom and philosophy spanning decades,
one that he did not merely paint but engraved into our minds.
A lesson in being human:
one who never yields to circumstances,
never surrenders to what is imposed,
but relentlessly pursues his own choices,
driven by an unbreakable will.
 
And here we are, celebrating each moment,
our victories standing as proof to life and all of humankind across time and existence,
that no matter how harsh life may be,
it is worth living — our own way.
 
I cannot say for certain... Are there only two kinds of people?
Or are there many kinds?
But the most striking among them are two:
The first, no matter how much you give them, their hearts remain impoverished,
starving despite the abundance bestowed upon them.
And the second, is the one from whom you may take everything,
yet they remain rich, for their heart is full of peace,
knowing no hunger even if they lose all they have.
 
This is me, and these are the stories written in the book of life,
of a person of the second kind,
one who never flees...
 
"For each day brings a dawn of new beginnings,
carried within me as the flowing stream of triumphs,
the brilliant legacy of a lineage of noble knights,
proud riders of the thundering steeds."
 
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