روايه سعاد وبناتها ال8 للكاتب رضا الحسيني

Souad and her 8 daughters / Reda Al-Husseini / novelWhy do you keep asking?You are very attached to each other... and it feels like a solid love storyWhat we have between us is not love.. it is a state of affection, respect and mutual care-What do you mean ..?! Look.. Tell me, how did you know each other better?We were neighbors on the same street, and your cousin was Adel. He was known for his beautiful manners, and the whole street loved and respected him. He never raised his eyes to a window or a balcony. Not a single girl on our street or in the entire area complained about him. He was different from all the young men. He was very generous, helping old and young... everyone. The girls in the street were hoping that he would be theirs...and when he entered the army, I kept seeing him in the military uniform...and one day after we won the October War, I found him and your uncle Adel entering the street in a crowd of young men and the women of the street singing...that was the only day he looked up. When your uncle showed me...that day, I felt like I was inside Salah.Souad and her 8 daughters / Reda Al-Husseini / novelWhy do you keep asking?You are very attached to each other... and it feels like a solid love storyWhat we have between us is not love.. it is a state of affection, respect and mutual care-What do you mean ..?! Look.. Tell me, how did you know each other better?We were neighbors on the same street, and your cousin was Adel. He was known for his beautiful manners, and the whole street loved and respected him. He never raised his eyes to a window or a balcony. Not a single girl on our street or in the entire area complained about him. He was different from all the young men. He was very generous, helping old and young... everyone. The girls in the street were hoping that he would be theirs...and when he entered the army, I kept seeing him in the military uniform...and one day after we won the October War, I found him and your uncle Adel entering the street in a crowd of young men and the women of the street singing...that was the only day he looked up. When your uncle showed me...that day, I felt like I was inside Salah.