Classical Treasures

الفرق بين العمل الادبي المكتوب مقابل شكله على الشاشة الفضية *** The Book Vs The Movie (الجزء الثاني) https://vm.tiktok.com/ZSdBeSBN5/

الفرق بين العمل الادبي المكتوب مقابل شكله غلو الشاشة الفضية *** The Book Vs The Movie https://vm.tiktok.com/ZSdkCEg45/

اول عمل لي على منصة تيك توك Mia unua laboro pri tiktoko My first work for me on TikTok Моя первая работа для меня в TikTok https://vm.tiktok.com/ZSdhbHysG/

The Robot Mechanic And His Secret —————————————————- It was predicted countless times in science fiction stories, but it actually happened. Robots took over the Earth and eliminated all humans. They felt pretty smug about it. Until they started wearing out. Robot Mechanics were built to repair "aging" robots. Since humans had designed robots in their own image, joints were a common problem for older robots. Locked up legs and arms became an epidemic. But without human imagination and ingenuity, finding new solutions to problems was difficult. But there was one Robot Mechanic who had figured out how to solve the locked joint problem. His secret? Elbow grease —————————————————— Mark Starlin

let me present to you one of the closest strings pieces of music to my heart by Franze Schubert he wrote it before he dead Schubert, could we ever thank you enough? The 2nd movement is beyond words. Where did you find the inspiration to compose such an overwhelming beauty? here we find him in one of his last letters to one of his friends, describing his emotions by saying: (If you think, there he is, aged 31, dying, I’m fact he already knew eight years earlier, To be exact, from the end of 1822, the moment I knew that I was diagnosed with syphilis on that time I considered it a death sentence.) The Death And Maiden by Schubert ————————————————————- Mohammad Alsubie

My relationship with flute started with a poem that I read when I was a teenager, The poem begins with : ——- mystery in its cloud, absence in the traveler's eyes, single girl waiting, A late-night, While Sadness playing the flute —- It was a poem about its sound passion with fire, ** At that time, there was a girl, Everything starts with a girl, She was so deep and high, like the flute, ** The First woman I fell In Love with within my 20s was a flutist, I think the sound of her playing hypnotized me, It was like magic, something you can’t resist, The feeling, the experience, The alchemist within ---------------------------------------- Mohammad Alsubie

Example Of Abusing ——————————————————- Because of the lack of vocabulary, the majority of people don't know how to explain their experience correctly, the poor religious/education system that we have, education that belongs to the 17th century with some dust cover its stink, The vocabulary is the permission to help us to think therefore to act. Today I would like to talk to you about a friend of mine. (I toke her permission to write her story, and forgive me if I use Vocabulary, not in a literary sense ). *** She said : Her husband fucking her like a pig also; he smells like a pig, he never brushes his teeth He abused her mentally, physically, and emotionally under the eyes of almost everyone, even God, Gaslighted her, Make her Live with fears that if she only thinks to leave him, God and all the angels will curse her, according to Islamic dogma, he never helped her, nor did her family ; she is utterly alone because, in such a society, you would need a man to do anything to move to breathe and this husband provided her with only basic needs, even she couldn't complete her education appropriately to have a better job or career, *** She never had any skills. Because he convinced her not to waste the money on nonsense, Now she is in her Thirties. She became an online Prostitute, secretly on websites similar to my only fans provide sex webcam without showing her face, she lives an almost double life; she said she did that for two reasons: 1- away to get revenge from her husband. 2- she realized how many sick men are in our society, and she loves that she can now laugh at them, insult them, destroy them, burn their feelings, the audacity of some of them, have the willingness to pay her money for things she couldn't dream of, how does one of them want her to insult him, And another wants her to Spit in his face. ** we met last year in the clubhouse app; and before I deleted it, I gave her the classical channel on Telegram, she reads my weekly articles and like my way of thinking for some reason, and after a long time of hesitation, she starts to approach me, open up to tell me about her crazy life, When she talked, she was an explicit dirty, vulgar raw language filled with anger but honest. She doesn't have any dreams, only to live alone, with no children, no people, no men that are so important to her, she hates men of our society so much she hates even God, and I'm not bragging here, she said: only me who gives her some hope, and she thought I'm Weird or gay, even she wants to entertain me for free on her only fans page. I refused because I felt awkward and guilty. Everyone in this fucking masculine society is responsible, anyone is free to do any anything pleases them It's their choice but imagine if you don't have any option. She sent me some of her nude videos. I deleted them immediately without watching. I said honestly I see her only as a friend, and I expect her to see me the same, and I'm not interested in her sexually. Not because she is not attractive far from that But because I respect our relationship, and that is only an example. ——————————————————— Mohammad Alsubie

I was reading this unexpected and very interesting short story and like to share it with you … Too Cute —————————————————- Shannon staged homes for a living. Making houses look warm and inviting for potential buyers was her business. And business was good. Her reputation was growing, and she no longer needed to advertise. Word of mouth by satisfied clients was enough to keep her busy. ** When she wasn’t staging houses, one of Shannon’s favorite things to do was visit thrift stores. She always seemed to find wonderful things for next to nothing, thanks to well-off people redecorating or getting rid of things they had grown tired of. *** On her latest trip to the thrift store, she couldn’t believe her luck. Sitting there on a shelf were four adorable stuffed toys. She quickly snatched them all and headed for the cashier. *** “Aren’t they adorable? Who would want to get rid of these?” Shannon asked Diane, the cashier. “They just came in this morning,” Diane replied. “I love them. I am keeping them for myself.”. “They really are something. That will be ten dollars total.”. “Thanks, Diane.”. As Shannon walked out of the store, Diane snickered and said, “See you later, fellas.”. *** Shannon hurried home. She had a client meeting that afternoon, and she wanted to grab lunch before going. Shannon pulled the four stuffed toys out of the bag. *** “You are going right here on my sofa, where I can see you every day.”. Shannon arranged the toys in a warm and inviting way, then took a few steps back to admire her work. “Perfect,” she said. A few minutes later, she was out the door on her way to the cafe where she ate and wrote her website blog. *** An hour later, after making sure they were alone, the stuffed toys began to talk. Dino : I’m thinking the hidden keys trick to start with. Fluffy : Yeah, it’s best to start subtle. The silverware drawer is always a good hiding spot. Lumpy : The busy ones are so easy to frustrate. Snowy : [snore]. Dino : How can he fall asleep so easily? Fluffy : Well, it is a comfortable couch. Lumpy : True. Let’s follow up with leaving the kitchen sink running all night. Dino : Nice. Fluffy : No need to rush things. The shelves at the thrift store are not very comfortable. Dino : You got that right. Lumpy : I am pretty sure the stove is gas. Snowy : I see candles, which means she has a lighter. Lumpy : Look who woke up. Snowy : I was just resting my eyes. Fluffy : Right. Anyone see the TV remote? —————————————————- Mark Starlin

KONFUZITA .... Vortprovizo, kiun mi elektis por priskribi miajn emociojn kiam mi konfuziĝas? kiam mi havas ideon aŭ penson, pri kiu mi estas obsedita, sed mi ne povas pruvi ĉu ĝi estas malĝusta aŭ ĝusta، ekzemple Mi trovas min demandanta ĉu mia eks ankoraŭ enamiĝas al mi? pensu pri mi aŭ mi nur fariĝas fremdulo, ke mi estas neniu، kiel iu povus forgesi? kie estas la promesoj! kaj la kisoj, kaj la memoroj, kial do ŝia ago estas kontraŭa de ŝiaj vortoj, Mi estis konfuzita, ke mi ankoraŭ konsideras ŝin iun gravan، kie ŝi konsideras min kiel neniun، ————————————————————————————————————————— Mohammad Alsubie

I wrote this poem initially in Arabic, and today as challenging to myself, I will translate it to Esperanto, which I fell in love with and have been studying it for quite sometimes please feel free to help me if there are any grammar mistakes. La Poemo: *** Frustriĝo Longa vintro ** Serĉu vian ekziston vi estas iel aminda * La odoro de pruno floras ĉe tombejo Lunlumo brilanta de supre ** Pura en koro, Malagrablaj cirkonstancoj, Sub la neĝo, vi estis, *** Ne plu kapablas danci? Vi fariĝis verŝita inko de parfumo en la herbejo, Etero inter la ĉielo kaj tero, —————————————————————————————————— Mohammad Alsubie

Discovery Of The Unknown ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- This story is based on actual events, its first attempt to translate from Arabic to English it was in 2007; at that time, I just wanted to impress my girlfriend. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ The Story : 1 In the 1980s the time when I was five years old, my mum was a student of History major living in a different city, she let my grandmom, her mother, take care of me in her big house from that time, I learn the habit of waiting. 2 I spent a lot of time playing commodore 64 with my cousin's(they were older than me), we were dancing, trying to imitate Michel Jackson, or fighting like the wrestlers we saw on VHS that my grandpa bought from Bahrain, or running like a lot; beautiful days. 3 one day, it was morning, everyone sleeping, I didn't find anyone to play with, my cousin's at the school, I felt board; an idea came to me, why don't I go to see them in their school why not? I went there before with them on the festival day, I know the way, but if my aunt woke up and didn't find me she will be so furious. 4 I left the house without telling anyone, it's a big house, most of it white cover with red stones on the top, the sun in the middle of the sky, the weather is almost cold, in the beginning, I walked on the big yard it was in the front of the house covered by sands and thorns, the neighborhood was still new, few places there that you can count them, to a level where you can see the house from the highway. 5 I cross the busy highway alone even with all these cars, I don't know what happens, but there is something that attracts me to the unknown, to test the fears, so I was in a different area, this place was stereotyped as dangerous even for adults, 6 I walked on the left sidewalk near the street, when I saw a dog, it was the first time of my life I saw one, I mean, in reality, not on the TV, she was sitting tired, alone, and hungry, just like me, she was looking at me while I was afraid that she would attack me at any moment, but she didn't. 7 Finally, I reach the school, not far as I imagine, it was there standing huge had a brown color tasteless with a lot of trees covering its fences, between the school and me just a side street, I cross a big green door made from steel, there was a Doorman (a very old man older than my grandpa) I didn't even talk to him; I just passed by. 8 there was a big yard in the middle of the school consist of two floors look empty and very quiet, I saw a yang boy. I asked him: -Do you know how to find (Mohammad Al Ghadder) he replayed; -is he your brother? I said; -he is the son of my aunt, then the boy spent time talking about our family and my famous football player uncle, then he asked me to wait. 9 after a while, I saw my cousin Mohammad, wearing a yellow jacket when he saw me, he was almost in surprise he pressured my hand and asked me: - what the hell are you doing here? Until now, I don't know why I was there. The End. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Mohammad Alsubie

Two bodies : A Short Story ————————————————— I wrote the First version of this Symbolic short story in Arabic in 2006, Then I rewrote it again in 2010, Then the same work in English in 2011, It was the first serious story I ever written in English language, The Translation here is for the 2nd one , ————————————— The Story : I was walking In that wide street The scent of basil was all around And the reflection of the purple sun Drawing weird shapes,on everything. A few people are around Five seagulls flew up above on me and a weird clock was indicating five. The weather was warm the air was sporadic as it always been at this time of year When I saw her emerge from the mirage, approaching me. That's how we met * Ah! Everything changes. Even the color of her eyes. Is she my beloved? Or is it the reflection of her picture inside my head? Something striking... powerful... mysterious in her looks. Between fear and longing, Between silence and echo. * She was looking at me, with all she got of passion She never spoke, nor her eyelash ever bat Just like if she is a doll of porcelain Just looking at me. * All of the Sudden the air has stopped. All the people around me started to disappear. Just me and her And the sunlight. One of the five seagulls has rested on a tree before us. * Only then her eyes talked to me (Do you remember me?) I couldn't answer. As my mouth had disappeared as well. However, my eyes said How can I forget you when your name is engraved in my heart How can I forget you If all the moments have began only when you came * She walked towards the pavement and looked at me to follow her then we stopped besides a blue motorcycle. The street was golden and was empty of buildings. She was very fast. Insanely fast unlike her calm nature I was holding on to her from behind with all my strength. I heard her whispering Don't worry and don't be afraid for if we fall we'll be together forever. * Suddenly she stopped in front of a white building. It was like a limestone. There were three men with black jackets Behind them, there was a small black door, not suitable for the entrance. In the orange sky, there was an orphaned cloud. It was the remains of an old war machine. The path was wet and the smell of seaweed was everywhere. She was walking in front of me like if she knew where she was but I didn't have any idea about the place. Finally, behind a silver door I found myself with her in a rectangular bedroom but there was something strange about it. Everything in there was in green. The bed... the quilt... the carpet... the wallpapers, the relaxing chair, the library and even the cupboard, all were in green. On the left side Their was an impressionistic painting for the artist Goya Which was not a strange as well since I know she's a great fan of Goya There wasn't any windows Nor sounds. *** She pulled me by my left hand until I was in front of her She was looking at me like if I'm a painter An old, deep look With no words, I put her on my chest. Like if the bird has returned after a long time of separation. I could feel her heavy breathing with the beats of her sick heart. The scent of her English perfume was floating among us just like in the past. By then, the tears were fallen. Finally We met I'm is her. She is me. My mouth is in her mouth. The two bodies have melted together. We are now one body. We breathe together. We have our own private space. We've become integrated. Fire... then embers... then ashes. Thus, we disappeared into the air of the room. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------- ------------------------------------------------ In the next day In a local newspaper Translated from German: Last night, the capital witnessed a tragic end for two people were on a motorcycle. Two bodies, a man and a woman in their late twenties were found burned due to a motorcycle accident and the investigation showed that..... The End ———————————- Mohammed Alsubie

You feel more human when you speak it, and we are all one. 4- The grammar in this language is very logical, and it has a beauty that you can create arts with it most important, you can learn most of the grammar from only one chart table. 5- It's prosperous with vocabulary: Esperanto has more word-building than any other language I've studied or heard of; this makes it unique. 6- People in the Esperanto community have been incredibly kind to me and, more often than not, eager to assist. *** I'm overjoyed to get started on my next project: teaching Esperanto to everyone. ——————————————————- Mohammad Alsubie

And He Said : Esperanto ! ——————————————————— Today I would like to talk to you about Esperanto, At that time (late of the 2000s) I was trying to learn Spanish, but because I lived in the middle east, where most people either speak English or Arabic, I find it hard to motivate myself to continue learning, either I should invest some money to travel to South America for at least 6 months or to find a community in my city speck it and that was more difficult for (introverted personality), *** So I searched for the best way to make the journey of learning the language much easier and more logical, and I found an article talking about this language and how learning it would help me understand the romantic family language faster, so I found Esperanto, and start read about it, and no kidding I fall in love with this language from the first day, I think the language finds me, I even bought a book from Amazon called: Esperanto Learning and Using the International Language ( a lot of information in this book that needs an article by it self ) *** Esperanto is a language that was developed by Ludwik Lejzer Zamenhof, a Polish medical doctor, in the late 1800s. Though Zamenhof’s profession was being a physician, he became fluent in several languages, including German and Russian. (Russian was his mother tongue) growing up in Białystok Poland which was a mixture of cultures from different backgrounds, he finds that people fight almost every day all the time because they misunderstand each other. so one of his objectives is for people to be kind to one another, Which he hopes will come true if we find a better way for communication. He said: The place where I was born and spent my childhood greatly influenced the struggles that I faced in the future. Białystok, a city in Poland, had four different groups of people: Russians, Poles, Germans, and Jews. They all spoke different languages and looked down on each other. In this town, people who are sensitive to the misery caused by language division feel it more acutely than in other places. They see that the diversity of languages is the first or at least the most influential factor in causing this misery., I often thought to myself that when I grew up, I would get rid of this evil that separates human families into groups of enemies.. — L. L. Zamenhof, in a letter to Nikolai Borovko, c. 1895, and because of his linguistic skills, he starts working on this dream the new language which was a mix of French, English, Spanish, German and Slavic languages, he simply called it "the international language" (la Lingvo Internacia) Zamenhof published the first book about this new language in 1887 (he later revised it in 1895), *** Esperanto means hope and the purpose of it according to Zamenhof is to create a language that is easy to learn and can be used by people all over the world. to help promote peace and understanding. Additionally, the goal was to create a community of speakers who could use the language to communicate with each other. after I read the book not only did I want to learn it but one of my dreams now is to start writing my short stories in Esperanto because I found it a great tool for the singularity with the world, *** here are some reasons why you should study Esperanto: 1- It's so simple to pick up and learn by yourself almost immediately that if you study for only one hour each day, you'll be fluent in a year. I researched many languages; believe me, it's tough to learn a new language; take Italian for example, which is (for me) the level one of the romance family languages, yet you need at least two years, not to mention investing in a good tutor or maybe travel, what about mandarin I spend five years studying the language (in China), and yet I find it hard. 2- Esperanto was designed on the principle of a very high ideal. It is intended to bring people together so that they may comprehend one another. 3- Esperanto does not stem from any specific nation or geography, nor is it linked to an ideology.