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Now you can download the novel of the great writer Taha Hussein, talking about the story of his life ،how he was afraid of the sprites and talked about his village and how he became blind,how he lived in the village and how he used to go to learn and tell us in this book about the story of struggle and defiance of the handicap is overcome blindness and was able to learn Braille,traveled to France and learn French and there married a beautiful woman and returned.He also worked at the university and became minister of education and authored many books and novels that have a wide audience among intellectuals
In this book a lot of life experiences learn a lot of life lessons Yes, the story of Taha Hussein vivid example that the human can do anything and there is impossible. 

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He neither remembers a name for this day, nor can he place it, as God placed it, in the month and year. Rather, he is unable to remember a particular time of this day, so he gives an approximation instead

It is highly likely that the time of that day was either at dawn or in the evening. He is more inclined to believe so because he remembers that his face received at that time a slightly cold air that the sun’s heat did not bring an end to

He strongly believes that, because in spite of his ignorance of the reality of light and darkness, he almost remembers that as he left the house he received a soft and gentle light, as if some of its fringes were wrapped up in darkness

Again, he strongly believes that, because he almost remembers that at the time he received this air and light he felt no strong motion of awaking around him, rather he sensed a motion of either waking-up from, or going to, sleep

If he has any clear, easily perceived memory of this time, that defies doubt, it is the memory of this bamboo fence that stood before him, and was only a few steps away from the door of the house. He remembers this fence as if he had seen it yesterday; and he remembers that the bamboo of this fence was taller than him, so it was difficult for him to cross it and get beyond it

And he remembers that the bamboo of this fence was so closely and thickly grown as if it were attached together, so much so that he was unable to pass through it. It endlessly stretched from his left side, and stretched from his right side, in this direction, to the end of the world. The end of the world in this direction was close-by, ending in a canal that he came to know, as he grew older. This greatly affected his life, or you might say his imagination

He remembers all of this, and remembers how he envied the rabbits that, like him, used to get out of the house and go beyond the fence, either by jumping over it or by slipping through its bamboo, to where they could bite the green grass behind it; he, in particular, remembers the cabbage

In addition, he remembers how he loved to get out of the house when the sun had set and people were having their supper. He would then lean on the bamboo of this fence, fully engrossed in his own thoughts until brought back to his surroundings by the bard’s voice, sitting a short distance to his left, surrounded by people. The bard forthwith melodiously recited odd stories of Abou Zaid, Khalifeh, and Diab. People maintained silence as they listened until overwhelmed by rapturous pleasure or goaded by passion. At such moments, they would entreat him to repeat, and then vie and dispute amongst themselves. The bard would remain quiet until they had finished arguing, after a short or a long time. He would then resume his recitation in a sweet tone that rarely changed

He also remembers that each evening, whenever he frequented his familiar spot by the fence, he felt a gnawing pain in his soul. That feeling was due to his keen awareness that he would no longer be able to hear the voice of the bard once his sister asked him to come inside the house. He would then refuse her request, but she would come out and pull him by his robe. He would resist her attempts, but she would carry him in her arms as if he were a toy and run with him inside. Once inside, she would lay him on the floor and place his head on his mother’s thigh. His mother, in turn, would open his dark eyes, each in turn, and drop in them a fluid that hurt him and did him no good. He would feel the pain but neither complain nor cry, because he loathed being a crybaby like his little sister

He would then be transported to a corner in a small room, and his sister would lay him down to sleep on a quilt-covered mat. She would throw another quilt on top of him and leave him there, alone and sorely distressed. He would fully activate his hearing power in an attempt to penetrate the wall, with the hope that his sense of hearing would connect him with those sweet melodies uttered by the bard in the open air, beneath the sky

Sleep would overcome him and he would lose awareness until he finds himself awake while people were still asleep. As his brothers and sister heavily snored around him, he would hesitantly and with trepidation throw the quilt off his face. He disliked falling asleep with his face uncovered because he was certain that if he uncovered his face at night, or exposed any of his limbs, one of the numerous demons, that filled every corner and spot of the house, would cause him mischief. Such demons would rush and disappear under the ground as soon as the sun appeared and people begun to be active

Often, upon awakening, he listened to the responsive sounds of roosters and hens, and tried to distinguish between these different sounds. Some of them indeed were roosters’ sounds, while others were sounds of demons that took the form of roosters and imitated them teasingly and spitefully

Nevertheless, he neither concerned himself with these sounds nor feared them, because they reached him from far away. He dreaded, however, other sounds he detected after much exertion. They came feebly and faintly from the room’s corners. Some of them resembled the hissing of a pot boiling on fire while others sounded like light household effects being moved from one spot to another. Others were akin to the sounds of broken wood or cracking sticks

More than anything else he feared persons he imagined to be standing at his room’s door, completely blocking it, and generating various movements similar to the movements of the Sufis when engaged in intense fervor. He believed that there was no protection against these dreadful ghosts and horrible sounds save to wrap himself up, head to toe, with his quilt, with no hole or passage between him and the air around him. He was thoroughly convinced that if he left an opening in his quilt, a demon’s hand would for sure pass through it and painfully squeeze his body

Therefore, he spent his nights in a state of fear and confusion, unless suddenly overtaken by sleep, which rarely happened. He used to awaken in early morning, or you might say in the wee morning hours, after having spent a great portion of the night in terror and horror, in fear of the demons. However, as soon as he heard the voices of women, returning home after filling their jugs from the canal, and singing “Allah Ya-Leil Allah…” he knew that it was already dawn and that the demons have descended to their abode in the lower strata of the earth. At such time, he himself would metamorphose into a demon, loudly talking to himself, repeating whatever songs he heard from the bard, poking his brothers and sisters around him until he awakened them all, one by one. Once that is accomplished, shouts and singing, din and clamor would break out. The noise persisted up until the sheikh (his father) arose from his bed and asked for a pitcher to perform his ablutions

Voices would then become mute and motion would cease until the sheikh had performed his ablution, prayed, recited his portion of the Koran, had his coffee and went to his work. No sooner the door was closed behind him than the entire group got out of bed and spread throughout the house, shrieking and playing, until they commingled with the birds and animals inside the house