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Balqees.. A little girl with a great dream. She wanted to be something fasinating in her life after the break up of her family due to a sevre accedent that caused her mental shock. She had no family and so, she was living with the another family in which, she gained a love for books and poetry. one day, she had met a man whom she fall in love with him to discover later that she is going to meet him again in another city with a very Strange coincidence. What is going to happen? What she is going to tell him? Who is that man? It is very difficult to understand the mentality and viewpoint of Balqees at the time when she is with her close friend and soul-mate, Ikram. Balqees was lost in books and she was highly educated girl who was keep attending confrences and meetings. She was living in the middle of nowhere. She was living in the world of limbo. At the sight of that man, her mind, heart and soul was refreshed. Her heart started beating again and her feelings were taking her far away, very far away to the extent that she felt as if she was in a dream. When a girl is living in her own world and her own reality, it is usually difficult to regain the reality of others and that what was happening to her. She wanted to talk to that man but there was something very deep in the heart of her that kept her away from him. Something that took her very away from him and prevented her even from talking to him. She pretended that she is stubborn but the truth is that what she had done was nothing more than a way to escape. Escape from what nobody knows because it it in the very centre of human heart. Love is something very complicated and Balqees was in herself verty complicated character because she kept reading books and that made her close to others and open to herself. She understands herself very well but it was not easy for her to understands others or even to confess.. to confess what?! That is the secret and essence of this great novel. .Balqees, the secret story. How great is the rain and how much pain within its nostalgia. The cold of nostalgia can never be wormed up by the warmth of coats. It is the great of love and passion of longing that I feel at the beginning of winter and at the end of last drop of rain. As if I feel jealous of sky when it embraces rain, and as if I feel jealous of the rain when it touches the ground and fill it with love and affection. What a great endless, and endless love. How can I hide those shaking pulses in the heart of mine when I see you? how shall I hide that burning fire inside me when your soft hands touch my hands? How shall I hide that tempts that is swelling between me and my body that has become yours even without taking my opinion? It is mine no more since I have seen you it has no more been mine. Since you have catch my hands with your hands and set my heart on fire, you have captivated that heart.

CONTES ALAMS, HISTOIRES DE PAIX ET D'AMOUR. MOTS DE IBRAHIM ALMOUSSA En arabe, le mot "ALAMS " est le seul qui reste indéfini au défini et qui devient défini à l'indéfini. Mais toi, tu es ma langue Il existait autrefois un pauvre homme qui, se couchant un soir, ne put s'endormir: Pourquoi, pensait-il, la vie est-elle si pénible pour les pauvres gens ? Et pourquoi les riches accumulent-ils tant d'argent ?... Il y en a qui ont des caisses pleines d'or; et pourtant ils amassent encore, et se privent de tout. Si j'étais riche, moi, ce n'est pas ainsi que je vivrais; je me donnerais du bon temps, et j'en procurerais aux autres aussi. Tout à coup il entendit quelqu'un lui dire: - Tu veux être riche ? Voici une bourse; il ne s'y trouve qu'un écu, mais aussitôt que tu l'auras pris, un autre le remplacera. Retire donc autant d'écus que tu voudras, et ensuite jette la bourse dans la rivière. Mais, avant de jeter la bourse, aie soin de ne pas dépenser un seul de tes écus, sinon ils se transformeraient tous en pierres.. Mentalité de Ibrahim Almoussa? Le pauvre homme était fou de joie. Quand il fut plus calme, il s'occupa de la bourse. À peine a-t-il pris un écu qu'il en voit surgir un autre dans la bourse. - Voyez-vous, murmura-t-il, le bonheur qui m'arrive ! Toute cette nuit, je vais en retirer un gros tas d'écus, et demain je serai riche ! Dès le matin, je jetterai la bourse dans l'eau, et je vivrai à ma guise. Mais le matin, il changea d'avis. - Pour en retirer encore autant, dit-il, je n'aurais qu'à rester une seule journée devant ma bourse. Il en retira donc tout le jour, puis il en voulut encore, et encore, ne pouvant se décider à quitter la bourse. Cependant, il sentit la faim, et s'aperçut qu'il n'avait rien chez lui, que du pain noir. Aller acheter quelque chose de meilleur, c'était chose impossible; car il n'aurait plus que des pierres au lieu d'argent s'il ne jetait pas auparavant la bourse dans la rivière. Il aurait bien voulu manger, mais non pas se séparer de la bourse. Il mangea donc, le malheureux, du pain rassis, et continua de tirer les écus. La nuit vient, et il ne s'arrête pas encore. Une semaine s'écoule, un mois, puis une année, et il reste toujours près de la bourse. - Qui ne serait pas satisfait d'avoir beaucoup d'argent ? Tout le monde en veut avoir le plus possible !Il continue donc de vivre, en mendiant, oubliant qu'il avait désiré vivre pour son propre plaisir et pour celui des autres. De temps en temps il prend une grande résolution: il s'approche de la rivière pour y jeter la bourse, mais il s'en éloigne aussitôt. Il est maintenant vieilli, jauni lui-même comme son or, mais il ne peut cesser de tirer des écus. Il meurt ainsi, pauvre, sur son banc, la bourse entre les mains. .

''BALQEES'' EST UN ROMAN D'AMOUR, ÉCRIT PAR UNE ÉCRIVAINE ALGÉRIENNE MIRIAM DALLY YOUSSEF, PUBLIÉ RÉCEMMENT. Ce roman nous raconte l'histoire d'une écrivaine qui vit une histoire d'amour hésitant à un jeune orgueilleux. Cette fille vit une vie pleine de mélancolie et de tristesse à cause de la mort de sa famille par un accident atroce. Elle essaie de conserver les coutumes et traditions de sa famille et sa ville Tlemcen, c'est pourquoi, elle montre son refus d'échanger cet amour avec ce jeune inconnu, mais en effet, dans son esprit, elle rêve beaucoup de ce jeune. Elle l'a rencontré par hasard à un forum. Ensuite, les hasards se succèdent et deviennent des rencontres face à face avec ce jeune-là. Malgré ça, elle se montre impassible à ses sentiments jusqu'à la fin du roman. L'écrivaine lance l'imagination du lecteur après la fin de ce roman qui est un peu ambiguë, car on ne sait pas si elle a montré son amour caché ou non. Enfin, on peut dire que c'est un amour incomplet.......!!!!!!.

Abdullah Abdulaziz Alhaji discusses in this book the mechanism of supporting the life of the injured and protecting him in the period leading up to his arrival at the hospital. After a life-changing injury people may wonder how they will ever be able adjust to their new way of life. People we talked with often found support from various sources including their family, friends and work colleagues, other people who had experienced a similar injury and from national and local support organisations. They also took on the role of supporting other injured people.

A conscious body-sense feel of empathy (cf. negentropic entanglement) has very different geometric connotation from visual sensing. I, as an informant of this 'thusly' conscious experience, can best describe this as infinitely(?) dense point at heart chackra, where conscious sensations of "good feel" and "bad feel" locally alternate in various mixtures and intensities, surrounded with field-like extentions, for which the best mathematical analogy so far has been some kind of Dehn-ball. The 'ball' aspect sensing happens in 3-D and/or 4-D, and the ball-like field consists of n-dimensional dimension lines (cf. "worm holes") allowing heart-local "non-local" empathy of good feel / bad feel entanglements also with other sentient beings and conscious informants. According to most functional ethical theory and practice I'm aware or, the 'good feel' is the norm (universe=god=love) and the 'bad feels' are exceptions to the rule arising from breaking of strong entanglements aka "attachments", such as actual loss of a love, or fear and worry of loss projected to some other space time sheet than 'now'. Informant expressions such as "heart-broken" and "without him/her/it", there's an empty space within me", etc. gain very literal spatio-temporal interpretations. On the other hand, according to critical-ethical theory of global-local, the Universal Source of 'good feel' is already and always inside each heart and each and every point in space-time, and can be also consciously sensed-experienced when filters that cover it are removed. One further comment, I associate intending with 'focus', and as the word in-tention suggests, the movement has more pointed character than that of planar mapping. If needs that give rise to intentions arise adelically, the most self-suggestive geometry of intentional targeting to fulfill the adelically metabolic need would be ideles. Or just 'id-gesture', as the Latin version of Freud goes. Note that when walking, the intention to not stumble and fall, and when stumbling, step dancing faster than conscious thought, is very carefully focused on the point of balance.: ) At 6:35 AM, Matpitka@luukku.com said... To Anonymous: I have been very critical about string models. But I must admit that they have caught something very profound about the structure of existence. String world sheets and partonic 2-surface could be seen as maximal cognitive representations that one can have. One can of course have a lot of them. One extremely nice feature is that conformal invariance implies the reduction of WCW for string world sheets and partonic 2-surfaces to the confromal moduli space for them. They are finite-dimensional and I have already applied these spaces in p-adic mass calculations. Too many independent arguments lead to these objects so that I can only accept them. Strong form of holography, well-definedness of em charge, octonionic spinor structure making possible 8-D twistorilization, and commutativity of tangent spaces of objects in the intersection of reality and p-adicities, non-existence of p-adic variants of quaterions and octonions, fermions as correlates of Boolean cognition and the arguments forcing the to string world sheets, and so on.... The Book analogy is at work again. String world sheets define the back of the book with space-time surfaces in various p-adic number fields as pages. It is surprising that the notion of negentropic entanglement allows also to seriously discuss about the quantum correlates of ethics and moral rules. In standard physics one has only events. NMP makes it possible to talk about deeds.

I am surprised that this division might be there. I only recently realised that this is one of the predictions of ZEO. Interpretation is of course difficult. There are many dualities which might relate to this division: for instance, first and third person aspects of consciousness are analogous to figure background. And right brain might be time reverse of left. This would allow two different views with figure and background exchanged. Very useful. I like the discussion in Sabine's blog. Especially Sabine' critical view and short comment of Arun, which crystallised what I would have said. What went wrong with superstrings and theoretical physics is a question which should be discussed thoroughly although it is certainly not a pleasant topic of discussion for fans of superstrings. The four decades 1975-2015 is very interesting historically since the normal evolution of theoretical physics stopped. What caused the stagnation? Was it the emergence of media technology making possible manipulation and hyping in unforeseen manner one of the key factors. I have also the feeling that theoretical done by relatively small top elite transformed to the analog of popular music in which mediocrits dominate and success is determined by marketing efforts rather than musical content? Nowadays marketing is essential part of visible science. Those who are not working with fashionable topics remain in shadow.

1. What is conscious observer - self? Observer, which remains outsider to the physical world in the recent day physics - both classical and quantum. Hence one does not have a theory of consciousness and cannot speak about conscious information. Thermodynamics gives only the notion of entropy as a measure for the ignorance. Therefore there is a long list of questions that England's theory does not address. What are the physical correlates of attention, sensory perception, cognition, emotions relating closely to information, etc.? Is there some variational principle behing concious existence, and does it imply evolution? Could second law and DDA be seen as consequences of this variational principle ? England does not say much about quantum theory since he talks only about thermodynamics but his hypothesis is consistent with quantum theory. The restriction to thermodynamics allows only statistical description and notions like macroscopic quantum coherence are left outside.

Because of the unusual nature that the object exhibits on the radar screens, Roswell Army Air Field (RAAF) headquarters sends a technician to the White Sands Proving Ground (WSPG) in an effort to confirm consistency in readings between sites and locations. Lack of the correct clearance denies the technician total access to high levels of the WSPG radar grid. But what he does observe (and overhear among proving ground staff) is that their readings are similar to that of RAAF readings. The object continues to go in-and-out of the WSPG radar detection system several times during a 24 hour period and in each instance (as had been observed on the previous occasions) always appearing to defy convention by exhibiting high speeds and non aircraft-like maneuvering. Checks between sites continue to substantiate no malfunction that would cause a similar return echo or radar imaging if the object being tracked was not "real". However, no visual sightings occur, nor are any reported by base or ground personnel. With no change over 24 hours and the fact that there are NO inconsistencies, the technician is ordered back to Roswell. It is presumed the WSPG radar array continues tracking the object. In 1947, the radar equipment used at White Sands was said to be composed of SCR-584 mobile units "modified and of an experimental nature" (read: secret) built into a K-78 trailer with a gross weight is 10 tons. The overall length 19.5 feet, width 8 feet, height 10 feet, 4 inches. Although at the proving grounds they were not intended to be moved, the unit was well capable of being moved or relocated quickly if special circumstances required it. As to the power, capabilities and efficiency of the SRC-584, on Oct. 14, 1947, it should be noted a SRC-584 was used to track Chuck Yeager in his record breaking supersonic flight of the Bell X-1 over Muroc Dry Lake as he accelerated to a speed of Mach 1.06 at an altitude of 42,000 feet. As to the question if radar equipment was available and being used at RAAF on the nights in question, it is not clear. Official memos state that there was a lack of ground radar equipment convenient to Eighth Air Force Bases which are located at Fort Worth, Texas, Tucson, Arizona, and Roswell, New Mexico. However, there is a big difference between "lack of" "convenient" and none at all which opens the door to the possibility of radar capability not only at RAAF but from such sources as at the White Sands Proving Grounds.

Following the rain the night before, Mac Brazel on horseback in his usual routine inspects the pastures surrounding the ranch house. Riding with him is the young son of neighbors, William D. (sometimes Timothy) "Dee" Proctor, age 7. During the inspection, Brazel discovers a large debris field. Scattered on the slopes and into the sinkhole and depressions are metal, plastic-like beams, pieces of lightweight material, foil, and string. The debris is thick enough that the sheep refuse to cross the field and are driven around it to water more than a mile away. Brazel takes a few scraps of the material and heads to the home of his closest neighbors, Floyd and Loretta Proctor (the parents of Dee Procter). He shows them "a little sliver" of material that he can neither cut nor burn. He tells his neighbors about other material on his property including what looked like aluminum foil saying it was very flexible and wouldn't crush or burn either. The material was later tagged "Memory Foil" because when crumpled it would straighten out, not stay creased, and somehow open out to its original shape as though it had a memory. The Proctors suggest he take some of it into town to show the sheriff. Brazel goes into the little town of Corona to do some shopping and visits Wade's Bar and pool hall. There for the first time, he hears stories about the recent flying saucer sightings in Washington state and about an eyewitness account by a man that came through town that was run off the road by 2 flying discs in Arizona a few days before. After returning to the ranch later that evening, Brazel removes the largest piece of debris from the ranch property he could find, reportedly about 4 feet long by 3 feet wide by 1 foot thick and "as light as a feather." Brazel loads it into his truck, storing it in a livestock shed (sometimes described as a "barn") some distance north of the crash site.