The Language of Memories

By Safana Abdullah

The Language of Memories is a collection of the letters of a young girl, who possesses deep thoughts and experiences despite her young age. A girl who abandoned her happy homeland according to history books, due to the unhappiness in the reality of war. Each word in this book does not only carry letters, but rather the pains and memories of the past, while tightly holding onto the hope that tomorrow will be better.

The author navigates the narration of her deepest memories in Yemen, her studies, her games, and her passions. She confronts that with the pain of immigration, separation is a consequence she unwillingly had to face.

The book leaves your feelings scattered, in between the lines, the reader will gain a profound understanding of what homeland means to those who have left it with no choice. The messages of the letters will need readers to prepare oneself for diligence and attentiveness, as the stories leave an imprint.

Those who have not read the previous language of Safana will experience kindness, depth, nostalgia, and achievement through the books.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Mar 15, 2023
• ISBN: 9781669863663

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Copyright © 2023 by Safana Abdullah.

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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Rev. date: 03/14/2023

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Contents

Dedication

Like Shining Stars

Stuck in the Shelves of Memories

The Language of Eyes

A Heart Cries, a Soul Groans

We Loved Them So Much That We

Poison to His Soul

Yearning I LOVE

They Hurt Us and We Are Still Great

Rose Wobble

What Love Are You Talking About?

The Wisdom of Fate

Feeling Coincidence

Be Kind Enough

A Message for Those We Love

Storms of Memories

Be Yourself

Hiss (1)

Hiss (2)

Hiss (3)

Hiss (4)

Little in the Sea Waves

Names That Were Naughty

I Am Hungry

Incognita

Wellness

Fabulous Stories

We and They

Hiss (5)

Hiss (6)

Hiss (7)

Our Stories Are Told

Hiss (8)

Hiss (9)

Hiss (10)

Sunset Sky

Criticism

Forgiveness

Hope

The Smile

Hiss

Hiss (11)

A Thought

I Got It

Hiss (12)

Scattered Thoughts

The Story of the Sad Homeland

Security and Stability

A Message to

Scattered Thoughts (1)

Scattered Thoughts (2)

Scattered Thoughts (3)

Scattered Thoughts (4)

Scattered Thoughts (5)

Scattered Servers (6)

Scattered Thoughts (7)

Scattered Thoughts (8)

Blind Cheating

I Miss

Moments of Happiness

A Luxury Model

Congratulations to the Future

Fight Your Aches

To You, the Light of My Life

A Stand

A Beauty of Another Kind

For That Beautiful

For Those Beautiful Moments

What a Morning

It Taught Me

An Exception

For the Coincidence of My Days

I Will Get Back to You

Homeland

What Is Longing?

Inflammatory Words

Lost in the Thrill of Dreams

Mixed Feelings

Dedication

To my father:

Who taught me to be strong and told me that everything is going to be fine because he is by my side.

He taught me that obstacles are just chances that have no luck to be in our way, and he told me never to be afraid as long as my weapon and reference are religion and values. To my father who fought the world for my future . . . you are my hero.

To my mother, who taught me to give without expecting anything in return, to have good intention for those around me, and to always follow good intentions.

She fought to make me educated, she struggled to make my dreams come true to see life through my eyes, and to tell me that I am her legend.

To my grandfather and grandmother, who believed in my talents, my abilities, and my dreams, I was truly overwhelmed by their tenderness.

They left life, but I promise you will never leave my soul, I will be what you once were. I have been so overwhelmed with your love to the level I am able to go through life’s obstacles with confidence.

To my grandmother who used to pray for me at night, suffered my suffering, loved to hear my writings, and encouraged me to become a doctor one day as I wanted.

My beloved grandmother, my book has been published, my words are now on paper, and your belief in my talent has become a reality. You are my happiness.

To my sad country:

There we will and you will be as you are, happy Yemen. You are my strength.

To all those who taught me, thank you from the bottom for all your efforts. Thank you for your giving . . . you are my role model.

Like Shining Stars

As shining stars in the sky are our dreams, we look at them with innocent eyes . . . hoping to reach them.

And like the shining moon, our goals are, they are getting bigger and beautifying before our eyes . . .

We will fulfill the promise, and fulfill what our heart demands of us, what our thoughts command us . . .

They are beautiful moments, those setbacks, if we patiently tried to make them walk slowly, but we just wanted to get rid of them, just to see and live the best part . . .

Haste makes waste.

Why didn’t we live those moments, and get the best out of them?!

Because we were in complete stupidity, we were like blind people floundering in their events, wanting to get rid of them because fear was surrounding all around us of what it would be like if that sweet, beautiful hidden part didn’t come . . . .

Today, I feel sorry because I did not live the moments of setbacks, and disappointments in a sporting spirit.

What if I had mixed them with a smile, optimism, and love, it would have been nicer, but I was in a hurry, jogging for that sweet part.

Sometimes, we come to those harsh stations, and we reveal our bright faces with a smile that everyone is ignorant of, but there were beautiful moments in those stations, we needed to stop in time and live through them.

Life is beautiful, giving us lessons beyond our comprehension, making us grow twenty years early in our journey, but it wanted us to be stronger and braver.

Everything goes in this life for wisdom, so smile, and keep looking at the sky with its shining stars, how beautiful they are!

How amazing the sea is just by looking at its waves!

Wake up in the morning and live the moment of sunrise with fresh air and gentle breezes . . .

Hear the birdsong deeply, travel to the other world, and be cheerful . . .

Do not worry, everything will pass, life will be better tomorrow, fill your mind with positive beliefs, and control the frenzy of your negative beliefs . . .

Be the one who leads everyone to the meaning of happiness . . .

Be the one who teaches them how to live the imagination . . .

Every day, take a deep breath, do what you love, write, read, get yourself up, find your hobbies, your talents . . .

Find something interesting and start improving it . . .

A lot of situations have been missed, beautiful coincidences, and regretted not living and embracing them, and giving them their due, but today delete the term regret from your dictionary, it is not of a