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في شمال القوقاز، عام 1839؛ إنه النهار الأخير من حياته القديمة، حينَ أيقظَته أمُّه، ووقفَت بجوار فراشه. حينذاك أدرك جمال الدِّين أن ما حدَث لا رجعةَ فيه، أحسَّ بالدفء ينبعث من جسد فاطمة، ودَّ لو يحتضِنها، أن يمسح قلقَه بلمستها. تغلغلت أصابعها بين خُصلات شَعره، اطمأنَّ إلى خشخشة أساورها، أحس بدفئها وحبها. استنشق رائحتها وظلَّ ساكناً في مَضجعه ملتفّاً بغطائه، تمنَّى لو يتوقَّف الزمن، أو يتأخر القدَر. لكنه أراد بالرغم من ذلك أن يكون ما يتوقَّعه منه العالَم بأَسْره؛ رجلاً بحق. لقد كان واعياً ومدركاً دوْرَه بالرغم من سِنِّه التي لم تتجاوز تسع سنوات. ولو كان الأمر بيده لَفضَّل في ذاك اليوم أن يبقى طفلاً ولا يفارق أمَّه أبداً. همسَت فاطمة في أُذن ولَدها: «عليك أن تكون قويّاً يا بُني، فخوراً بما تفعل، لتَكُن أنت سببَ فخري وعِزَّتي، كُن ولداً حقيقيّاً لأبيك. لن يَطول الأمر، وسترجع إليَّ عما قريب».

Bestselling advice columnist Vandy Guru built her career teaching others how to live honestly and courageously, but after the loss of her husband, Vandy’s public veneer can barely conceal her grief. When her beloved daughter Mallika suddenly disappears and her estranged childhood best friend Rani returns, stirring up long-buried secrets, Vandy’s carefully crafted life feels at risk.

"This listen is for lovers of words, lovers of a great story, and lovers of a great narration. Hillary Huber does a fantastic job capturing this wonderful novel about twin girls, their love for each other, and their eventual rivalry." -- AudioFile Magazine An enchanting, comic love letter to...

New to a small town, Jackie and Paula envision a quiet life for their kids: a young adopted son and two teenage foster children, including the troubled Star. However, they quickly butt heads with their neighbor, Clementine, who disapproves of their lifestyle and is incensed when Star befriends her spirited horse, Comet. Haunted by past tragedy and unable to properly care for Comet, Clem nevertheless resents the bond Star soon shares with the horse.

The bestselling modern classic by the author of I Never Promised You a Rose Garden about a deaf couple, their hearing child, and the bond they create through sign language, featuring a new introduction by Sara Nović, author of the New York Times bestseller True Biz, and a new afterword by the...

The prestigious annual story anthology includes prize-winning stories by Jamil Jan Kochai, David Ryan, Kirstin Valdez Quade, Lisa Taddeo, Ling Ma, Catherine Lacey, and Cristina Rivera Garza. “[A] standout collection . . . . Dazzling performances from some of today’s most exciting writers...

In this volume we examine the German language. Or rather the authors who wrote in German but are here translated into English. German is most often called the language of philosophers due to its precision and clarity. However, if you’ve studied German, you will know that sentence construction can be difficult to grasp. However, within these stories the language of these great talents express themselves in dazzling prose and searching narratives. And the characters? Clearly the works of genius.

Brought to you by Penguin. Sitting in his cramped basement room in Brixton, Battersby dreams of money, women, a T-bone steak - and a place to call his own. So he and a group of friends decide to save up and buy a house together. But amid grasping landlords, the temptations of spending money and...

Set in the 1980s against the backdrop of a swiftly gentrifying Manhattan, The Lost Language of Cranes tells the story of 25-year-old Philip, who realizes he must come out to his parents after falling in love for the first time with a man. Philip's parents are facing their own crisis: pressure from developers and the loss of their longtime home.

Hoffmann's stories are imaginative, wise, and educational, just how children's stories are supposed to be. Some of his characters instill fear, while others overcome it and continue towards their goal in the surreal world of this great storyteller. Hoffmann's world will awaken the imagination of your child.

تَقُولُ ابْنَتِي حِينَ جَدَّ الرَّحِيلُ أَرَانَـا سَـوَاءً وَمَـنْ قَدْ يَتِمْ أَبَانَا فَلَا رِمْـتَ مِنْ عِـنْدِنَا فَإِنَّــا بِخَـيْرٍ إِذَا لَــمْ تَــرِمْ وَيَا أَبَتَا لَا تَــزَلْ عِنْدَنَا فَــإِنَّا نَـخَافُ بِأَنْ تُخْتَرَمْ أَرَانَا إِذَا أَضْمَرَتْكَ البِلَا دُ نُجْفَـى وَتُقْطَعُ مِنَّا الرَّحِمْ أَفِي الطَّوْفِ خِفْتِ عَلَيَّ الرَّدَى وَكَمْ مِنْ رَدٍ أَهْلَهُ لَمْ يَرِمْ

أَخٌ لِي بَعِيدُ مَرَامِي الهِمَمْ رَقِيقُ حَوَاشِي رِدَاءِ الكَرَمْ يَرُوحُ لِأَضْيَافِهِ ضَاحِكاً وَيَغْدُو لِقُصَّادِهِ مُبْتَسِمْ مِنَ القَوْمِ تُعْقَدُ تِيجَانُهُمْ عَلَى كُلِّ مُنْغَمِسٍ فِي الكَرَمْ إِذَا مَا وَجُوهُهُمُ أَسْفَرَتْ عَرَفْتَ عَرَانِينَهُمْ بِالشَّمَمْ

’Please, Mr Murdstone! Don’t beat me! I’ve tried to learn my lessons, really I have, sir!’ sobs David. Although he is only eight years old, Mr Murdstone does beat him, and David is so frightened that he bites his cruel stepfather’s hand. For that, he is kept locked in his room for five days and nights, and nobody is allowed to speak to him. As David grows up, he learns that life is full of trouble and misery and cruelty. But he also finds laughter and kindness, trust and friendship . . . and love.

Sometimes the Dashwood girls do not seem like sisters. Elinor is all calmness and reason, and can be relied upon for practical, common sense opinions. Marianne, on the other hand, is all sensibility, full of passionate and romantic feeling. She has no time for dull common sense - or for middle-aged men of 35, long past the age of marriage. True love can only be felt by the young, of course. And if your heart is broken at the age of 17, how can you ever expect to recover from the passionate misery that fills your life, waking and sleeping?

In the mountains of Transylvania there stands a castle. It is the home of Count Dracula – a dark, lonely place, and at night the wolves howl around the walls. In the year 1875 Jonathan Harker comes from England to do business with the Count. But Jonathan does not feel comfortable at Castle Dracula. Strange things happen at night, and very soon, he begins to feel afraid. And he is right to be afraid, because Count Dracula is one of the Un-Dead – a vampire that drinks the blood of living people.

بِأَدْنَى ابْتِسَامٍ مِنْكَ تَحْيَا القَرَائِحُ وَتَقْوَى مِنَ الجِسْمِ الضَّعِيفِ الجَوَارِحُ وَمَنْ ذَا الَّذِي يَقْضِي حُقُوقَكَ كُلَّهَا وَمَنْ ذَا الَّذِي يُرْضِي سِوَى مَنْ تُسَامِحُ وَقَدْ تَقْبَلُ العُذْرَ الخَفِيَّ تَكَرُّماً فَمَا بَالُ عُذْرِي وَاقِفاً وَهْوَ وَاضِحُ وَإِنَّ مُحَالاً إِذْ بِكَ العَيْشُ أَنْ أُرَى وَجِسْمُكَ مُعْتَلٌّ وَجِسْمِيَ صَالِحُ وَمَا كَانَ تَرْكِي الشِّعْرَ إِلَّا لِأَنَّهُ تُقَصِّرُ عَنْ وَصْفِ الأَمِيرِ المَدَائِحُ

وَالبَيْتُ لَا يُبْتَنَى إِلَّا عَلَى عَمَدٍ وَلَا عِمَادَ إِذَا لَمْ تُرْسَ أَوْتَادُ فَإِنْ تَجَمَّعَ أَوْتَادٌ وَأَعْمِدَةٌ وَسَاكِنٌ بَلَغُوا الأَمْرَ الَّذِي كَادُوا وَإِنْ تَجَمَّعَ أَقْوَامٌ ذَوُو حَسَبٍ اصْطَادَ أَمْرَهُمُ بِالرُّشْدِ مُصْطَادُ لَا يَصْلُحُ النَّاسُ فَوْضَى لَا سَرَاةَ لَهُمْ وَلَا سَرَاةَ إِذَا جُهَّالُهُمْ سَادُوا تُلْفَى الأُمُورُ بِأَهْلِ الرُّشْدِ مَا صَلَحَتْ فَإِنْ تَوَلَّوْا فَبِالأَشْرَارِ تَنْقَادُ إِذَا تَوَلَّى سَرَاةُ القَوْمِ أَمْرَهُمُ نَمَا عَلَى ذَاكَ أَمْرُ القَوْمِ فَازْدَادُوا

أَصْبَحْتُ شَيْخاً أَرَى الشَّخْصَيْنِ أَرْبَعَةً وَالشَّخْصَ شَخْصَيْنِ لَمَّا مَسَّنِي الكِبَرُ مَا لِلْكَوَاكِبِ يَا دَهْمَاءُ قَدْ جَعَلَتْ تَزْوَرُّ عَنِّي وَتُطْوَى دُونِيَ الحُجَرُ قَدْ كُنْتُ فَرَّاجَ أَبْوَابٍ مُغَلَّقَةٍ ذَبَّ الرِّيَادِ إِذَا مَا خُولِسَ النَّظَرُ لَا أَسْمَعُ الصَّوْتَ حَتَّى أَسْتَدِيرَ لَهُ لَيْلاً وَإِنْ هُوَ نَاغَانِي بِهِ القَمَرُ وَكُنْتُ أَمْشِي عَلَى الرِّجْلَيْنِ مُعْتَدِلاً فَصِرْتُ أَمْشِي عَلَى مَا تُنْبِتُ الشَّجَرُ إِذَا أَقُومُ عَجَنْتُ الأَرْضَ مُتَّكِئاً عَلَى البَرَاجِمِ حَتَّى يَذْهَبَ النَّفَرُ

وَأَحْبِسُ عَنْكِ النَّفْسَ وَالنَّفْسُ صَبَّةٌ بِذِكْرَاكِ وَالمَمْشَى إِلَيْكِ قَريبُ وَمَا زِلْتُ مِن ذِكْرَاكِ حَتَّى كَأَنَّنِي أَمِيمٌ بَأَفْيَاءِ الدِّيَارِ سَلِيبُ أَبُثُّكِ مَا أَلْقَى وَفِي النَّفْسِ حَاجَةٌ لَهَا بَيْنَ جِلْدِي وَالعِظَامِ دَبِيبُ وَمَا هُوَ إِلَّا أَنْ أَرَاهَا فُجَاءَةً فَأُبْهَتُ حَتَّى مَا أَكَادُ أُجِيبُ وَيُظْهِرُ قَلْبِي عُذْرَهَا وَيُعِينُهَا عَلَيَّ فَمَا لِي فِي الفُؤَادِ نَصِيبُ وَمَا عَجَبِي مَوْتُ المُحِبّينَ فِي الهَوَى وَلَكِنْ بَقَاءُ العَاشِقِينَ عَجِيبُ

مَا بَيْنَ مُعْتَرَكِ الأَحْدَاقِ وَالمُهَجِ أَنَا القَتِيلُ بِلَا إِثْمٍ وَلَا حَرَجِ وَدَّعْتُ قَبْل الهَوَى رُوحِي لِمَا نَظَرَتْ عَيْنَايَ مِنْ حُسْنِ ذَاكَ المَنْظَرِ البَهِجِ للهِ أَجْفَانُ عَيْنٍ فِيكَ سَاهِرَةٍ شَوْقاً إِلَيْكَ وَقَلْبٌ بِالغَرَامِ شَجِ أَهْفُو إِلَى كُلِّ قَلْبٍ بِالغَرَامِ لَهُ شُغْلٌ وَكُلِّ لِسَانٍ بِالهَوَى لَهِجِ وَكُلِّ سَمْعٍ عَنِ اللَاحِي بِهِ صَمَمٌ وَكُلِّ جَفْنٍ إِلَى الإغْفَاءِ لَمْ يَعُجِ تَرَاهُ إِنْ غَابَ عَنِّي كُلُّ جَارِحَةٍ فِي كُلِّ مَعنىً لَطِيفٍ رَائِقٍ بَهِجِ