New York Underground Paperback Book, By: Mohamed Abdou El-Bahrawy

For the life of a forest, one must plant it with flowers of truth, goodness and beauty, using the spring of peace to irrigate it. But he was destined to hit the thorny branches of hatred in order to make his way. It is the dilemma of eternal life that we are stuck into, haunting and haunting us. Some of us have reached their goal and laid their plants, some of us have died fighting for it, and some of us have hung from the branches of hatred and used their thorns to stab their brother. This is the riddle of life, the dilemma and the plight of man throughout the ages, for which the greatest epics made by man were written, and there were many stories and novels created by other writers in order to immortalize the struggle of man, and to learn from what happened, is happening and will happen. The work in your hands, dear reader, is a small part of the portrayal of that struggle, may it remind you when the memory benefits from your struggle, in which another human being - the writer - tried to fight that dilemma as well by narrating and storytelling. You move between story after story from place to place, from our real time to the absurd imagination, the purpose of which is to learn and reflect in order to contribute to solving and triumphing over this ridiculous puzzle. Our time is nothing but the story of our lives that we write with our deeds, we have the freedom to write it at times, and we have the freedom at the end of the tunnel, a goal that all nations aspire to, and in which all lofty sacrifices are incurred. And it remains in the end that you are free - dear reader - either you learn from the previous ones and immortalize in all times, or that Go to bed early. Learn and work, and know that the writer of these lines has a debt that he must fulfill to you, which is to entertain you and inform you with his pen and words, and he does not hope from those lines except your satisfaction - after the satisfaction of God Almighty and the satisfaction of parents of course - and your joy and awakening to take over your face for the truth, goodness and beauty, and sow the seeds of love and quench them from the spring of peace.