Moons above the family tree, Vol.1
They said on the authority of Mujahid Abdel Moneim Mujahid: “Anis Mansour: Who is the best poet in Egypt?” Nizar Qabbani: a poet named Mujahid Abdel Moneim Mujahid in 1958
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They said on the authority of Mujahid Abdel Moneim Mujahid: “Anis Mansour: Who is the best poet in Egypt?” Nizar Qabbani: a poet named Mujahid Abdel Moneim Mujahid in 1958
God, God Almighty, God the Creator of man this same God, in all His power and all His majesty, stops and listens when you pray. All that God is and all that God has may be received through prayer.
Existence led to alienation .. and man drowned in things .. he gasped after partial beings, and he forgot about existence.
Antigone begins with The two sons of Oedipus, Eteocles and Polyneices, who are fighting for the kingship of Thebes. Both men die in the battle. Their successor, Creon, decides that King Eteocles will be buried, but Polyneices, because he was leading a foreign army, will be left on the field of battle. Antigone, his sister, buries him anyway.
Antigone is caught burying Polyneices and is condemned to death. Her fiance and Creon's son, Haemon, learns about this and tries to convince Creon to change his mind. It's only then that the seer Tiresias appears. After a long discussion, he finally persuades Creon that the gods want Polyneices buried. By then it's too late Antigone has hung herself, Haemon kills himself when he finds her, and Creon's wife kills herself when she learns about her son.
Realism diminishes reality, weakens it, and falsifies it. It does not take into account our main facts and our basic concerns such as love, death, and astonishment, it introduces the human being into an imperfect and alienated perspective, and ignores that reality exists in our dreams in our imagination.
The time has finally come for us to join the Arab Library as a very important reference in music criticism as a science and not as an essay practice
This book is the fruit of a love for Sartre that lasted more than twelve years, during which this French thinker lived within my breath; he was my sustenance and drink.