Abdallah Emran
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in Sohag, Egypt
October 27, 1980
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1973 - The First Nuclear War: Crucial Air Battles of the October 1973 Arab-Israeli War
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النسور الذهبية
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“A man who dares to waste one hour of time has not discovered the value of life.”
― The Life & Letters of Charles Darwin
― The Life & Letters of Charles Darwin

“ميت هو ذاك الذي لا يقلب الطاولة ولا يسمح لنفسه ولو لمرة واحدة في حياته بالهرب من النصائح المنطقية. ذاك الذي لا يسافر ولا يقرأ ولا يصغي الى الموسيقى، ذاك الذي لا يقبل مساعدة احد ويمضي نهاراته متذمرا من سوء حظه أو من استمرار هطول المطر”
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“ميت هو ذاك الذي يفضّل الأسود والأبيض ، والنقاط على الحروف ، بدلاً من سرب غامض من الانفعالات الجارفة ..
ميت هو ذاك الذي لا يقلب الطاولة ، ولا يسمح لنفسه ولو لمرة واحدة في حياته بالهرب من النصائح المنطقية ..
ميت من يخشى أن يطرح الأسئلة حول المواضيع التي يجهلها ، ومن لا يجيب عندما يُسأل عن أمر يعرفه ..
ميت من يجتنب الشغف .. ولا يجازف باليقين في سبيل اللايقين من أجل أن يطارد أحد أحلامه ..”
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ميت هو ذاك الذي لا يقلب الطاولة ، ولا يسمح لنفسه ولو لمرة واحدة في حياته بالهرب من النصائح المنطقية ..
ميت من يخشى أن يطرح الأسئلة حول المواضيع التي يجهلها ، ومن لا يجيب عندما يُسأل عن أمر يعرفه ..
ميت من يجتنب الشغف .. ولا يجازف باليقين في سبيل اللايقين من أجل أن يطارد أحد أحلامه ..”
―

“Die slowly
He who becomes the slave of habit,
who follows the same routes every day,
who never changes pace,
who does not risk and change the color of his clothes,
who does not speak and does not experience,
dies slowly.
He or she who shuns passion,
who prefers black on white,
dotting ones "it’s" rather than a bundle of emotions, the kind that make your eyes glimmer,
that turn a yawn into a smile,
that make the heart pound in the face of mistakes and feelings,
dies slowly.
He or she who does not turn things topsy-turvy,
who is unhappy at work,
who does not risk certainty for uncertainty,
to thus follow a dream,
those who do not forego sound advice at least once in their lives,
die slowly.
He who does not travel, who does not read,
who does not listen to music,
who does not find grace in himself,
she who does not find grace in herself,
dies slowly.
He who slowly destroys his own self-esteem,
who does not allow himself to be helped,
who spends days on end complaining about his own bad luck, about the rain that never stops,
dies slowly.
He or she who abandon a project before starting it, who fail to ask questions on subjects he doesn't know, he or she who don't reply when they are asked something they do know,
die slowly.
Let's try and avoid death in small doses,
reminding oneself that being alive requires an effort far greater than the simple fact of breathing.
Only a burning patience will lead
to the attainment of a splendid happiness.”
―
He who becomes the slave of habit,
who follows the same routes every day,
who never changes pace,
who does not risk and change the color of his clothes,
who does not speak and does not experience,
dies slowly.
He or she who shuns passion,
who prefers black on white,
dotting ones "it’s" rather than a bundle of emotions, the kind that make your eyes glimmer,
that turn a yawn into a smile,
that make the heart pound in the face of mistakes and feelings,
dies slowly.
He or she who does not turn things topsy-turvy,
who is unhappy at work,
who does not risk certainty for uncertainty,
to thus follow a dream,
those who do not forego sound advice at least once in their lives,
die slowly.
He who does not travel, who does not read,
who does not listen to music,
who does not find grace in himself,
she who does not find grace in herself,
dies slowly.
He who slowly destroys his own self-esteem,
who does not allow himself to be helped,
who spends days on end complaining about his own bad luck, about the rain that never stops,
dies slowly.
He or she who abandon a project before starting it, who fail to ask questions on subjects he doesn't know, he or she who don't reply when they are asked something they do know,
die slowly.
Let's try and avoid death in small doses,
reminding oneself that being alive requires an effort far greater than the simple fact of breathing.
Only a burning patience will lead
to the attainment of a splendid happiness.”
―

“I am a stranger to myself, and when I hear my tongue speak, my ears wonder over my voice; I see my inner self smiling, crying, braving, and fearing; and my existence wonders over my substance while my soul interrogates my heart; but I remain unknown, engulfed by tremendous silence.
My thoughts are strangers to my body, and as I stand before the mirror, I see something in my face which my soul does not see, and I find in my eyes what my inner self does not find.”
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My thoughts are strangers to my body, and as I stand before the mirror, I see something in my face which my soul does not see, and I find in my eyes what my inner self does not find.”
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عن المشروع: انطلاقًا من "لأن حياةً واحدة لا تكفي" ، بادرنا في هذا المشروع الثقافي ليكون وُجهة القراء في العالم العربي.. نتشارك المعرفة معًا وننقاشها ...more