انتصار إلهة السيرة الذاتية كليوباترا عاشقة وطن معشوقة.بروفيسور مريم الصايغ.تجسد نفرتاري.وحكايا نسيم الصائغ.عائلة نبلاء فوارس صهوات الخيول.. عاش ليحكي.. فضيحة مدوية للصة سجانة عمر.السرطان فاطمة ناعوت - مريم الصايغ

انتصار إلهة السيرة الذاتية كليوباترا عاشقة الوطن المعشوقة. بروفيسور مريم الصايغ.تجسد نفرتاري..
وحكايا نسيم الصائغ وعائلة نبلاء فوارس صهوات الخيول.. عاش ليحكي.. فضيحة مدوية للصة سجانة عمر.السرطان فاطمة ناعوت للموت سارقة تجاربنا للتوحد
 
The Triumph of the Goddess of Autobiography... The Storyteller Cleopatra, the Beloved Lover of the Homeland... Professor Mariam Al-Sayegh... embodying Nefertari... and the Tales of Nassem Al-Sayegh and the Noble Family of Horseback Riders... Lived to Tell... A Scandalous Revelation of the Thief, the Jailer of Time. The Cancer Fatmh Naoot to death, stealing our Experiments on autism spectrum.
 
 
The Stolen Post and Today's Post on the Theft Publication Website
They gathered a publishing house for thieves and the "chief of thieves" along with thief Fatmh Naoot, but they will not succeed, and God will exact justice from them all.
The Lord is just and near, and His justice will render every tongue speechless.
 
(After reviewing the legal and rights committee, and with a legal document written and sealed with references, I can at any moment write the full names of all the thieves. I will not be satisfied with just thief Fatmh Naoot and Mona, daughter of the thief Nawal.)
But I do not publish because it makes no difference!
They are all known, the urologist is known, the theft publication website and its owner are known, and all those involved are known.
 
Thief from the town of ignorance bubble, Fatmh Naoot, incapable and unsuccessful at writing, and stealing 4990 articles from the remnants of my life.
The poems and articles in her dead hands!
And today’s post, as I explained in the previous article, was stolen by the thief from the eulogy of my grandfather Naseem Al-Sayegh, which she forgot to attribute to the chief of thieves, the owner of the theft publication site! A thief of Newton's articles, a thief of lands, and an arms dealer.
She claimed that he published memoirs with a well-known publishing house!
She was exposed when the stolen work "The Sorcerer's Veil" was published by the liar who claimed the UNESCO Literature Prize, a friend of thief 4990 articles, and the liar who claims awards around the world, including the Hong Kong Literature Prize! Ha ha ha.
***
 
In today's stolen post, published on the Theft Publication Website, there are scandalous revelations in bulk
The thief of the ignorant bubble town, the ignorant one, the cancer thief Fatmh Naoot to death,
Stealing the comparison documented in my novel Cleopatra, the Lover of the Homeland,
About my immortal self-love story and Ramses' love for his beloved (one of my incarnations, Nefertari),
And my passionate ancestors, including my grandmother Jessica and Naseem!
Victorious over the cave of thieves, the owner of the Theft Publication Website.
As I clarified in the previous post, the thief of the town, the cancer thief to death, and the thief of 4990 articles from the remnants of my life!
She failed just like the thief Mona, daughter of the thieves Nawal, in her grave!!
She previously stole the eulogy of "my grandfather Naseem Al-Sayegh" to attach it to the thief chief, the owner of the Theft Publication Website!
***
And we discovered that
The unknown thief of the town, who stole my articles about sacrifices and the comparison of sacrifices across religions,
And they made a local theatrical production for her in 2016, a real-life scenario!!
Ha ha ha.
***
Her latest thefts
The experiments of our institution, Latif Autism!!!
 
And of course, the thief of my aunt Rosa's experiments in our institution,
Documented in seminars, conferences, research, and clinical trials,
Books were written, published, and implemented since the beginning of the millennium!!
And she wants to present them in beloved Abu Dhabi,
Spreading lies and stolen fabrications!!
She drags the poor victim Omar for the show,
And presents the stolen works from my book Koky’s Tales
And from my book The Guardian of the Little Angels, Builder of Angel Houses!!
Where the larvae of the autism spectrum,
Freed from their cocoons, soared like butterflies toward life, in the colors of the soul.
All of my writings, my personality, my life, my phrases, thoughts, and poems!!
Will be set up (in a piece of love... Abu Dhabi)!!
In truth, my trust in Sheikh Khaled and his associates assures me that she won’t participate,
But if the conference ignores my plea and she participates,
Another chapter will be written.
Instead of love!! It will be betrayal and theft!!
No being, whatever they may be, can claim ignorance!!
Because the matter is being followed live worldwide,
By human rights and civil institutions!!
There will be follow-ups by other institutions...!!
And actions will be taken!
To reclaim the rights, and I will not add a word.
***
Back to the thief of the ignorant bubble town, Fatmh Naoot,
Who failed just like her predecessor Mona, daughter of Nawal the thief, in her grave,
In stealing and attaching any illusion
"To the thief priest, a kid of thieves"!!
Even the eulogy didn’t help with him... because he’s an exposed thief!!
And his thefts are documented!!
After a busy summer season,
(And if we collect his disasters, his end will be miserable!!
And his scandals are translated and dated,
And it's not far from my mind to put him in
"The Historical Film" we are preparing!!
And it will be a monumental national legal surprise with a world-class cast!!)
And of course... I published the topic today to cool down for a few days,
And the thief and his cave of thieves are suggesting!!
And media thieves will take the idea.
Ha ha ha.
And they think that their petty stolen goods belong to
(The nobles of the family of horse-riders)
(And trials of wheat and fanatics will be enough)
Ha ha ha.
Enough for your failed idea,
A trending idea for a failed movie like your thefts!!
Like stealing from the atheist, addict, and the worthless things I wrote in my childhood!!
But...
(Our film, the approach, the content, and the documents will restore the position to characters who truly deserve it...)
 
But for now... in my kind heart,
I leave the frail eighty-year-old man,
Because I (live a life of love and peace in my beloved's arms)
And I don’t have time for these trivial ones.
 
The thief of the town, stealing 4990 articles from the remnants of my life,
Thought she was wise and stole another eulogy title!!
... Lived to tell the tale.
Well!!
Why do they all want your death!!!
What have you tired them with!!
Arrange it, after your death, who will seize the theft publication website!!
Or I have a suggestion: the state should confiscate it,
Clean it up, and turn it into a place worthy of publishing, a voice for the citizen and the homeland.
Ha ha ha.
 
***
Under the title "The thief of the town, Fatmh Naoot, who stole 4990 articles to immortalize me!!"
Today... she stole "Lived to tell the tale to immortalize my grandfather and kill the thief priest for the second time."
Ha ha ha.
Even in a project in Egypt,
I wrote about it repeatedly, "He lived here!!"
And I wrote about the esteemed, great advisor, the angelic scholar
"William kalada!!"
Oh, ignorant thief,
Oh, the cave of the thieves' publication site, ignorant ones!!
 
***
Let me clarify the real difference between "Lived to tell the tale":
It is said after a person departs.
It describes and defines a life that has ended but was immortalized through stories.
Oh, failure, that's why I wrote it about
(my grandfather, Nasim El-Sayegh, and Ramses II) oh, ignorant bubble!!
It means, in Egyptian colloquial, maybe you can understand:
Wow!! He lived his whole life so that his stories would live on after him.
It holds legendary value, like
when I wrote about my grandfather... and his love for my grandmother, Jessica!!
And about Ramses II and his beloved Nefertari, whom you know nothing about, and you deleted her name from the article for no reason!!
Or Naguib Mahfouz or even a simple person who lived an extraordinary experience and was immortalized.
Example:
You deleted it from the documented references, assuming you wouldn't get caught!!
And the inscriptions still tell, to this day, that... Ramses lived to tell the tale.
In my book The Fascinating Marula Tales,
published before...
This enchanting lover... lived to tell the tale!!
She left our world and passed away on her birthday,
but she filled the world with stories!!
***
"Oh ignorant one, if you wanted to flatter the Sheikh of the Apostate, you should have published 'The Sheikh of the Apostate lives to tell.' I would have left you to publish it and would have responded with another documented reply, haha.
 
'Lives to tell' is said about a person who is still alive, still writing, still telling, or documenting. It means their life extends through stories, and they continue to carve their presence in memory while alive.
 
For example: (Mariam Al-Sayegh lives to tell, she doesn't know how to live without stories, every moment for her has a tale).
 
From that came my famous documented phrase and my promise with every poem is a story, haha. Millions of admirers of my creativity hold my love in their hearts like sacred books!! Every poem is a story, haha.
 
Therefore: "Lives to tell"
They died, but their stories stayed alive. "Lives to tell"
They are alive, and their stories are the way of their life or mission.
 
Congrats to you, Sheikh of the Apostate, you haven’t killed me once!! But twice!! Blind and ignorant fools!!"
***
"We're entering the peak of crime and the published mess from the thief, I couldn't let it pass because it's a mess and because it's a crime. It's stolen from the introduction of My Novel Cleopatra, Lover of the Homeland… word for word!! which, when we sent it along with articles at the end of last year, when we started publishing corrections of thefts, many objected, claiming that the crime wouldn’t reach such an extent. Ha ha ha.
 
Today, I accept their apologies with utmost enjoyment. Ha ha ha. Because the thief of 4990 articles from my creative scraps and the sheikh of Mansor and the thieves of the publishing site of the thefts have pushed the crime to this extent!!!"
***
 
As the Goddess of Autobiography
 
The genre of "autobiography" is one of the "sweetest" and "most difficult forms of literature."
The "sweetness" comes from the honesty and freedom from the fear of judgment by others,
while the "difficulty" arises from the ability to "bare oneself" in the "face of the storms,"
and to reveal the backstage secrets that should not be seen!
 
As the goddess of autobiography, I do not write only about myself,
but I must also pass my pen across the necks of all those I have encountered in life!
Just as I revealed the intricate secrets of a noble family of knights riding horses
in my books:
 
Diwan (Kingdom of Love)
 
Goddess of Chalk
 
The Tales of Koki
 
Maryam, Lover of God
 
Diwan (My Enslaved Nation)
 
Noble Family of the Knights Riding Horses
 
The Tales of My Grandmother, the Enchanting Marula
 
Thus, sometimes the passing of my pen may be gentle and tender,
and at other times, it may be like a sharp blade that severs the neck of anyone it touches!
***
 
Thus... I wrote
(Tales of the Love of My Grandfather Nizar Abu Tawfiq and His Eternal Love,
My Grandmother Marula the Enchantress)
This was one of the most difficult pieces I have written,
and I documented it with evidence from Rome and through Lebanon, Syria, Turkey, and China!!
Because I had to prepare myself, even bear the trial that would be held against me, ha ha ha.
To the extent that I was ready to pay the "blood money" for the necks severed by my pen!!
 
Oh God, have mercy on me, O Almighty God -
But thank God, it passed peacefully, and no hearts or souls were lost!!
Rather, the world fell in love with me, and I now have millions of lovers
who cherish my writings in their hearts like tablets of law and holy books, and they even
own my heart...
So... I dare say that I believe that...
The Arabic library, and even the global library,
lacks this form of literature,
both "precious" and "dangerous."
For autobiography is not a mere recounting of facts and dates,
but rather (a philosophical, emotional, and psychological analysis of everything
that has occurred in the lives of the characters..) !!
It is a journey within the self that cannot be separated from the time in which the people,
the heroes of the story, lived,
and it remains governed by a logic that either accepts or avoids judging the past!!
And it is a losing trial,
like the fight of Don Quixote
against the windmills in 1605, and the second one in 1615.
 
***
For the past is impossible to be condemned, defeated, or to admit its mistakes!!
It is always the victor by the actions and commands of the laws of time, and the power of its occurrence!!
 
So, the autobiography in my novel Cleopatra, Lover of the Homeland...
is not like the book attributed to Al-Husayn ibn Mansur Al-Hallaj,
the mystic and philosopher, author of Al-Tawasin, a collection of mystical texts from 1913,
which express Al-Hallaj's spiritual and philosophical thoughts
(as in my book Maryam, Lover of God).
 
Nor is it like the book I by Abbas Mahmoud Al-Aqqad,
which is considered to have an autobiographical nature, but it is not a traditional autobiography.
(It shares similarities with my book History and the Chronicle of Civilization).
***
But it is, as in the book...
"Confessions" by Jean-Jacques Rousseau,
Les Confessions,
which is considered one of the earliest modern autobiographies in Western literature.
The book covers the first fifty-three years of Rousseau's life, up until 1765.
Just like in The Story of My Life,
which is an autobiography written by Helen Keller and first published in 1903.
 
And also The Days by Taha Hussein,
which was published in 1929.
***
Just like in
The Naked Bread (Le Pain Nu), the first part of the autobiography by the Moroccan writer Mohamed Choukri,
published in French in 1980.
 
And in
Long Walk to Freedom: The Autobiography of Nelson Mandela
published in 1994,
written by the South African leader Nelson Mandela.
The book covers his life from childhood to his election as the first black president of South Africa after the fall of apartheid.
 
And in
Living to Tell the Tale (Vivir para contarla)
by the Colombian writer Gabriel Garcيa Mلrquez,
published in 2002.
***
And other masterpieces of autobiographies,
all of them were written with the pen of pain and the ink of suffering!!
Even the greatest successes in the world, and the heroes of our novel, are among them and similar to them,
did not reach their successes except after their feet were torn on the path of thorns.
 
These autobiographies are not limited to the achievements they accomplished,
but are living documents of a long journey of
(suffering, sacrifice, and determination to overcome hardships).
Success cannot be achieved except after going through stages of pain and disappointment,
those which are considered the most important part in shaping the personality of a successful person.
Therefore, the autobiography is more than just a narration of events,
it is the confessions of the self before itself,
it is sentences etched in blood, written with care between the folds of pain and suffering,
to remain as witnesses to the ongoing struggle between the human and their history,
between them and their self,
as part of history that continues to impose itself,
indeed, forming a part of the identity we try to interpret or examine.
***
The introduction to my novel, written by my father, Al-Faik Al-Sayegh
A testimony from the maestro...
My father, Al-Faik Al-Sayegh, the writer, the mystic, the thinker, the knower,
the one who plays the strings of hearts...
 
When my little daughter, Maro...
writes about a philosopher... a man of science and thought... of wealth, diamonds, and wheat fields
the size of (Naseem Al-Sayegh) whom I am proud to call my father...
In a "self-autobiography" novel,
the reader will most likely expect
pages filled with numbers, statistics, profits, losses,
and terms like gold, diamonds, agriculture, and investment...
and other aspects of the world of money and deals!!
Many... will not expect a heart on paper!!
But, a wonderful surprise...
From the very first page to the last page, number 400,
you will be surprised by a heart that transformed into a hand gripping an artery, transforming into a pen to write.
Through a delightful novel...
 
I said to my little one while reading the novel to write the introduction:
"My little one, this is a delightful novel,
and I rarely reread a paragraph on a page,
because life is short, and I need five thousand years to read
what truly deserves to be read, except perhaps a paragraph in a story by Chekhov, impossible,
or the amazing Friedrich Dürrenmatt,
and those of their towering level!!"
 
But, my little one... I reread many "human" paragraphs
in your novel Cleopatra, Lover of the Homeland
about your grandfather, the thinker and fighter "Nassem Al-Sayegh" and his sufferings for the homeland,
and everything you wrote about our family, the "Noble Knights of the Horseback,"
your love for the stunning Marola... "Shakespeare,"
and your late uncle who inherited his name "Mansour" from the immortal victors!!
And all the novel is full of emotional moments,
like when adversaries turn into companions of liberation and struggle,
such as "some radicals"
"Redakalin" or "Radicals."
***
And when your grandfather built an enormous intellectual school,
the size of (The School of Reviving the Cultural, Intellectual, and Civilizational Heritage for Advancement)...
with courageous thought,
to restore the value of science and intellect and spread light with a philosophy based on justice, equality, and freedom,
to teach and educate...
(the poor workers and farmers, spreading education among them)!!
 
He paid a heavy price for his honesty through his battles, excommunications, and assassination attempts,
because of his determination to make the school a platform and a fortress for clean thought and advancement in a turbulent time.
He stood for a revolution of thought correction, learning, and establishing generations that resist the arrows of reactionism,
stand against falsehoods, and face corruption without fear or calculations;
believing that...
(the liberation of minds and the formation of ideas is the path to truth in a homeland destined for hardships,
equally a bullet in the hand of a resistance fighter).
 
So when you write about your grandfather's thought in building a kitchen of goodness...
so a child can taste a piece of food or a sweet, for free,
or when you write about blades that broke on blades in his heart,
reaching their peak in the cells of the prisons of the free,
while waiting for dawn,
not as a time for release and freedom,
but as a symbol of light emerging from darkness,
and when you wrote about his failures and stumbles before his successes,
and the conflicting aristocracies that shaped him, as the son of a family descended from kings!!
And all the other hundreds of sweet and painful human threads that wove the lines
***
 
This novel tells the story of a young struggler, who grew up in the embrace of wealth and culture,
only to leave this house that witnessed the development of his mind to a house of thought, philosophy, and education,
so he would not lose his humanity, nor let his convictions be tainted or his values scattered.
It was not just a transition from the world of wealth to the world of thought,
but rather an endeavor to contain reality in his pursuit of change,
while preserving the purity of the soul.
 
So... this beautiful novel opens windows through which faint light seeps in,
it opens windows through which we spy on a child in a house crowded with books,
and the granddaughter of a thinker who funded the revolution and translated its revolutionary ideas,
firing bullets of knowledge and elegance to free minds.
Then, as a struggler, he emerges from the house of culture into the house of wealth,
without losing his humanity.
He stands behind the curtain of confession, acknowledging his mistakes,
and then stands before the "Medusa mirror," looking at himself and smiling;
in front of that mirror, which embodies the challenges and fears
that haunt the human soul, to show whether he will fear the features of his image,
or whether he will return to himself, smiling,
because he is still alive, still learning, and always striving for progress and maturity.
 
 
Cleopatra is beloved by the nation.
Shahrazad of poetry, novels and stories
Cleopatra, beloved of the nation
The orange silver moon
Goddess of the four letters
Goddess of the alphabet and insight
Goddess of the twenty-fifth hour
A diamond of Light mountain

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