Journey of the Sun

  In a faraway place nestled among mountains and forests, there was a village called “Nur Al-Nada.” This village was unique, unlike any other. In “Nur Al-Nada,” the people loved celebrating Christmas more than anything else in their lives. They decorated the village with sparkling lights and ornaments all year round, and children sang Christmas carols every morning. However, the strange twist was that the villagers despised holidays and vacations. They believed holidays made people lazy and distracted them from work and achieving their goals. Main Characters Prince Aziz : The strict ruler of the village, a wise but old-fashioned man who believed hard work was the foundation of life. He had a strong dislike for any time spent without productivity. Dawood : The prince’s 17-year-old son, a dreamer with a vivid imagination. Like the rest of the village, he loved Christmas, but he often wondered why people hated holidays. He believed that taking a break was an essential part of life. Th...

 There    was once a dignified and wise old man named Abu Al-Khair, who lived in a small, beautiful village filled with joy and happiness. This village was known for its lush gardens and fruitful trees, and its people lived as one big, loving family. Abu Al-Khair was a symbol of wisdom and generosity; everyone turned to him for advice or to help solve their problems. The sheikh lived in a small house by the river, surrounded by fig and pomegranate trees. He didn’t have a family of his own, but he considered every person in the village to be part of his family. Each morning, he would open the door of his home and stroll through the village, greeting the children, helping farmers in their fields, and sitting under the large sidr tree with the elders to share conversations. But as the years passed, the village began to change. Many of the young people started leaving in search of better lives in the big cities. Gradually, the houses became empty, the fields were neglected, a...

The café, located in a neglected corner of the city, was filled with people who had grown accustomed to living under the shadow of war, just as they had gotten used to drinking stale coffee and exchanging dull glances. Everyone passed their long days here, each carrying a silent sense of defeat in their hearts, but Adel seemed different. He expressed himself with a deep, quiet understanding, as though he grasped more than anyone else about the world around him. Adel sat in his usual corner, moving his eyes from the newspaper to his cold coffee cup, relishing the silence that enveloped the café. He knew that no one here thought like he did. For him, this café was the only intellectual arena in a world consumed by war and destruction. The people here were simply an audience, while he alone was the intellectual. From afar, Abu Hesham, a man who always busied himself with mundane talks about commodity prices and the scarcity of food, approached and sat at a nearby table. He always interrup...

  was a girl named Leila, a dreamer, lost in her contemplations. Living in a small village, she oft  There was a girl named Leila, a dreamer, lost in her. Living in a small village, she often felt a restlessness she couldn’t explain, as if another world lay beyond the quiet surroundings of her daily life. She was haunted by unanswered questions about existence, solitude, and the silence that enveloped her world. One quiet night, while wandering aimlessly, she found herself drawn to an old, forgotten well in a hidden corner of the forest. She felt an inexplicable pull, as if something from within the well was calling her. She approached it, and as she gazed into its depths, she felt a strange force pulling her in. She closed her eyes for a moment, and when she opened them, she found herself in an entirely different place. She had entered the  Kingdom of Silence . The Kingdom of Silence looked like a pale shadow of the real world—a city standing but devoid of life. There wa...