The Dream Within

By Mohsen Experex

The story is based on the events which are going on around us, but we've ignored them. The truths about the power of human's soul and its abilities, which politicians have restrained us from knowing them.only a few people know about this feature and teach it to others, the governments of the world are secretly trying to suppress those who are capable of these abilities. Signs of volcanic eruption and earthquake are seen everywhere.
But what caused these incidents?
The story of "The Dream Within" does not just end there. This book narrates the story of 3 girls at 3 different parts of the world, one in East Asia, one in Northern Europe and another in the Mediterranean Sea.
The narration of 3 girls who are from the same parents, but get separated throughout centuries ...
All three have a power inside , but they are unwittingly involved with it ...
what brings them back together after centuries?
reincarnation?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Mohsen Experex
• Release date: Nov 23, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463488751

Mohsen Experex

Mohsen EXperex, an Iranian autor, with real name and sure name "Mohsen Haji Roozbehani" born in Tehran on March 25, 1993. Mohsen EXperex began storytelling at the age of 13, but he never wrote his stories. He wrote about 3000 pages in 2015 to 2016. In 2018, he decided to publish his first story "The dream within", which he had in mind at the age of 13.

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THE DREAM WITHIN

MOHSEN EXPEREX

COPYRIGHT@MOHSEN EXPEREX

Mohsen Haji Roozbehani an Iranian author, known as Mohesn Experex was born in Tehran on March 25, 1993. Mohsen EXperex began storytelling at the age of 13, but he never published his stories. He wrote about 3000 pages between 2015 to 2016. In 2018, he decided to publish his first story The dream within, which he grew in mind at the age of 13.

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This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead is entirely coincidental

Some of the real events have been recorded in history.

Translator: DR PEGAH SAEEDI VAFA

Line editor: DR MAJID MOKHTARI

COVER EDITOR: RAHA.DIGITAL.ART

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Table of Contents

About the Author

Preface

A Flute to the Color of Life

The Song of Fire

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

The Dream Within

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Preface:

It’s not abstruse to realize the truth of what’s inside us.  Someone writes a book called The Secret of Law, one constantly keeps telling ‘how to become a billionaire’, and another one talks about ‘ability’ all the time, but have you ever thought that how they’ve come to such a conclusion?

Has this saying ever involved your mind that once you tell yourself ‘you can’t’, others should remind you about 24 times that ‘you can’ to eliminate its effect?

In fact all of us have complex minds that aren’t only designed to solve the equations and daily tasks. We can get to know our hidden powers through a simple search on the internet. Even those who managed to achieve their inside powers are afraid to reveal it, because our world is a simple world with simple minds.

A flute to the color of life

SASA

Five hundred years BC

What's going on in my land?! I walked into a world where autumn is its picturesque season, and the last song of birds comes to my ear. The only thing left from my mother is a flute. If once I quit fluting in the midst of the nature with its elegant colors, I’ll become crazy. What’s the magic of this flute that has enslaved me?

As I was playing the flute, the sky darkened. The leaves of the trees were shaking. My hair was willing to fly, however, I continued to play. The villagers’ cry is coming to ear, but I was still playing. My eyes were closed and filled in tears. I felt a halo of light by my side, it looked as though it was a peace that had hindered the villagers’ scream; those who always harassed me aggressively. They were abusing the absence of someone who takes care of me. Their sons assumed that they could possess me, but I confronted them.

Something had died inside me, something by the name of love. Whenever I was heavy-hearted, I’d pick my flute, lean on a tree trunk and begin fluting to calm down. Still, the light got intense more than before, it turned into yellow and red and scared me. However, I didn’t open my eyes. The yells of men and women in the village were heard, those who treated me cruelly.

Maybe it was a dream_____

Maybe a wish_______

I’ve never wished death for those who were vicious with me, but who could understand me? It doesn’t matter if nobody could observe my inner beauty, because observing others’ appearance is facile.

I vividly remember my childhood, I was brought up by a decrepit old woman who was kind and had pity on me all the time, though everybody made fun of us. I used to work on my own on the farm, although we had difficulty in selling our goods.  Once that woman didn’t wake up anymore, the old woman lost her life because of insisting on keeping me and neglecting the words and behavior of her acquaintances.

She became so lonely that no one visited her no more; this loneliness killed her. Don’t know if loneliness kills or strengthens people? After the old woman’s death, my relatives were no longer behaving as usual. They were trying to seize me. Men and boys were looking for an opportunity to find me alone, and_____

    Women weren’t delighted with me on the other hand; they considered me as a tool tempting their husbands and sons. But is such a beauty my fault? If the men don’t control themselves, I will be no longer tolerant of such a land. They judged everyone, while they were their own judge unintentionally.

I’d lock doors during days, and go to the farm secretly in the evening. The sunset was the most appealing moment for me, I felt as if I was living just in this short time. I’d fetch my flute, and climb the mountain without hesitation. I’d only reach tranquility with the music coming out of my breath; a type of self-made peace as long as death rescues me from this misery.

I never relinquished my flute, the only temple of my tranquility was a tree trunk, where I leaned on to flute. But today, my song smelled anger, as if I’d been waiting for this moment for years. I never noticed how I reached the flute, only knew that my mother put it in my clothes and deserted me. It didn’t matter how these incidents happened, because the tranquility coming out of playing the flute was such enjoyable for me, that I no longer noticed anything else.

All my memories passed inside my head with the screams of the villagers________

My shut eyes saw something in matte color which wasn’t like the previous days; it was the color of fire. But if I opened my eyes, would this color fade away? Or the groans stop? Were my eyes watching the people’s nature?! Or was it only an illusion?

I felt someone sitting beside me, noticed his hands on my shoulders. If anyone wanted to possess me, he wouldn’t put his hands on my shoulders. I felt his long hair on the right corner of my face. He had leaned against my shoulder.  Why I couldn’t open my eyes to identify him?  I could neither stop playing ____

All I did was playing….

‘ I've been looking for this sound for years, I don’t know what brought me here, but I'm sure while I was a child my mother would flute for me just in