Without Destination

By Amina KHELALFA

Without a destination is a novel that addresses a psychological and emotional complex as well as a social and academic problem by telling a story of a smart, classy and ambitious girl with very big goals and dreams. This girl entered the university recently. She was shocked by the great decline in the sacred illusion of the campus. Without destination is a diving into the counterfeit truth of the university and society, and confronting them.

• Language: English
• Publisher: HOUSSAM KHELALFA
• Release date: Sep 19, 2022
• ISBN: 9786200087553

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Without Destination;

Without a destination is a novel that addresses a psychological and emotional complex as well as a social and academic problem by telling a story of a smart, classy and ambitious girl with very big goals and dreams. This girl entered the university recently. She was shocked by the great decline in the sacred illusion of the campus. Without destination is a diving into the counterfeit truth of the university and society, and confronting them.

Amina  KHELALFA

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

Before all praise to ALLAH for giving us the courage, the strength, the will, the love and patience during our course. 

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Dedication

I would like to thank My brother (HOUSSAM), Our philosopher, Who Inspires, trust and believe me all of time, I want to say: It will not be enough words to talk about you.

"Everyone has to swing between the moments of sadness and joy

Sometimes the power of grief is stronger, so it destroys all that joy has made

Here we often be yes-men, having no opinion and no thought

Our language cannot describe everything that happens in the soul

As well as the fluent articulate about the unconscious

The most you can do is to remember that the bad things put us

Directly on the road toward the best things that happen to us

And that evil just like goodness happens for a reason

Save yourself a sacred time ,and self-knowledge will help convincing yourself

The mind may be unable to solve our mazes, so you must stop

Thinking and go where your heart takes you

With little neglect and forgetfulness, the train of life will continue

Heading toward your objective above two red lines"

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، Amina  KHELALFA,

Without Destination

The bag, the clothes, the computer, the books ... this and that

All the things that will accompany me to my parallel world are ready

Just before eleven pm...

The heart’s beats started to increase, the time slowdown and the prayers accelerate

What is this disgusting sense of farewell?

I headed toward my mother and sisters one by one

To stamp on their cheeks the last expressions of my love to them, before I repeat that indefinitely

I moved away an arm length

I took a group photo of their smiles and hopes with my own camera of my memory

I turned my back to them to reach my bus

The bus left with two fast wheelers towards the burning future with my hopes and my ambitions

Towards the discovery of distant details in the last corner of a new life

A life full of pleased experiences in this unfortunate country

I pulled the curtain from the window

I looked long and then breathed deeply...

The night vision of the sea scattered me, made me think carefully about what was going on in my mind

Perhaps they were disastrous words on the burden of reality

Let it be... 

Because at the end it is necessary to collect the scattered stones on the ruins of poor souls

To build a lofty wall to be a strong arm and safety from the nonsenses of this world

When we finish, we look at it from different angles

It is better to fill our lives with things that are adored to us

To do successful work and have special people

We travel around the world with our ideas, and we visit the continents with our goals

Just to live the human madness...

I continued to nourish my ego by new thoughts

Until my sleep prevailed, my mind calmed down and my muscles relaxed

My eyes looked around until they were overwhelmed by drowsy and my body slept

Under the melodies of my heart beats...

He seldom lets me know about his being, but I ignore him for what I have said...

♦♦♦♦

It was only moments before the bus stopped, the lights were turned on to get ready for getting off the bus

I took my belongings and continued trying to find the seven differences

The inflamed lights in colors were carefully selected to suit their sensory dimension, contrasting them with a terrible homogeneity to human’s eye manipulation

Lights were seen by an eye and an ear hears the noise of workers, pupils, students, tourists and the unemployed

And even those who have no destination...

The noise of cars, trucks, planes, ships, trains...

They robbed my wristwatch and recycled my morning and evening ideologies

The morning here is the evening and the evening is the dawn...

Because I am the spur of the moment, I thought for a moment that my early arrival would be faster than breaking the light into the dark night

In order to fill my missing needs of my routine sleep hours

However, those who are in my age, or more or less, you see them all in their own direction

They race their steps and their time

Perhaps this society with its astronomical dimension and the diversity of the culture of its members is a strong and brave society

Their needs and innovations have increased to steal the hours of their first morning to complete what is left and must not remain  

While discovering...

My eyes turn right and left

I realize that all this is pure fantasy, and traffic congestion is the reason

Why not and the world here is the capital

Waiting minutes have passed...

I took the bus to my destination and everyone still evokes my sensibility

The buildings are varied and high, their sizes mimicking clouds of the sky

Their names, details, decorations and logos vary from companies, to commercial centers, to schools and even residences 

Every time I had to tilt my head at an angle so I could see them al

I sat well in my seat so I relaxed by seeing the King of Comfort spreading his magic ... to make people happy

This green king sits on gardens, trees and weeds

In a creative harmony with mosaic flowers covering every two meters in a row

Interspersed with crystal fountains

Reflecting the priority black car images among all other cars

In international brands...

The road is still long to arrive...

But the Einsteinian relativity played its part, and my game of analysis is not over yet

♦♦♦♦

Here I am, finally, standing in the queue waiting to enter my new dwelling

As soon as my turn arrived, I showed my card and was allowed to enter

I went a little further where the restaurant, the management, the cultural activities hall and their small-sized shop which makes big profits

Surrounded by matrices of glass-walled apartment buildings, they resemble the Roman battleground

After settling the legal situation...

I went to my purple flat

Where tales, secrets and memories of the past were hidden between the holes of its walls ... And I will be a follower

I cleaned the summer dust...

Then I scattered my beautiful details so that I would have the experience of sleeping here on a bed which is not mine

The end of the day I thought it would