Intimate and puzzling short stories of women from different walks of life. A stairway surprise into their chambers to find a string of playful, poignant, and passionate narratives. Voices of various personas reveal accurate dramatic monologues and dialogues of a sensitive nature addressed to no one and everyone. “Though we are various women, our voices are the voice of one. We are nobody. Our stores might be of no significant importance and might disappear into history. What is your story?...

You have selected this book, and by doing so, you have knocked on my door. This insinuates your desire to know more about me. So let us not waste time and commence. In my house are four doors that lead you to four rooms. The first door leads you to my soul. The second door leads you to my heart. The third door leads you to my mind. The fourth door leads you to my senses. The first room elucidates why my soul withdraws from peacefulness. The second room clarifies why my heart is temporarily...

Autumn’s choices left her misunderstood and isolated. She walked with oblivion. She found herself talking to only herself. The burden of knowing and seeing too much at a young age defined her stillness. As I wander my way through the years. Sometimes searching to avoid my mind. Sometimes lost from promises and lies. Sometimes waiting to save me from myself. The restrictions between my solitude life, my inconsistent creativity and my graphic implementation were no longer visible resulting i...

Hope is about a woman who lives in a drowned world and is going through a silent ruin, and finds comfort in believing that her own self exists as another being, and confides her inner most secrets to her. It all started with a dream, advancing to a nightmare that then became a reality. Hope plays a lonely game in silence until her dreams turn to dust. She lives her life through an illusion that ends with capturing her own light, making that moment an unforgettable day. This novel reveals i...

Miss Temptation is what they call me because of the image I created for myself. Men assume they are in heaven when they are with me. They assume too much. On the contrary, Im a very normal woman, just like the rest. But who would believe what I say especially after they read about me? A musical in the form of a fiction novel that tells the story of a seductive goddess that made men yearn for her and women imitate her by arousing the art of rapture in them. This is a medley of songs, emotio...

Sand rasped incidents in my life, causing an abrasive outcome. Down came the rain, smothering me with mud and splattering me with my tears, creating a pool of sorrow that I swam in. An intervening energy took over me. I felt weightless as it pushed me through murky incidents. As sand and rain danced as one, it tormented me, leaving smearing mud on my days. Devastation overcame me with a magnitude that quivered my being. As I soaked in this salt water, my life remained damp for some time. M...

Does it matter what my name is? I am a woman. Does it matter what my religion is? I believe in God. Does it matter what country I come from? I live on earth. I am talking to you. Specifically, I am talking to your mind. Do you agree or disagree with all my philosophical, psychological, and logical thoughts? Some of my thoughts might probably be nonsense and illogical. Sometimes when I think profoundly about a matter, I often come to the conclusion that there is no universal definition for ...

Sand rasped incidents in my life, causing an abrasive outcome. Down came the rain, smothering me with mud and splattering me with my tears, creating a pool of sorrow that I swam in. An intervening energy took over me. I felt weightless as it pushed me through murky incidents. As sand and rain danced as one, it tormented me, leaving smearing mud on my days. Devastation overcame me with a magnitude that quivered my being. As I soaked in this salt water, my life remained damp for some time. M...

I was born to create an affair between a pen and a paper. Make then flirt with one another. Make them fall in love with each other. I was born to write forever. What I write may not all be masterpieces. But these are my words. They murmur in my ears. They glisten my sight. They mesmerize my senses. I am caught up in thse books. Trapped in my very own self. My life will go on in these endless books. I was born to die holding a pen and a paper. Writing tangled words. www.rima-jbara.com

She moved her body lightly and gracefully like a butterfly stroked by wind. On her bare feet and galvanizing figure, she augmented the art of belly dancing and embraced it to stages of poise, away from vulgarity. She is known to be the most influential and underrated woman of her time for her captivating performances, for her charitable accomplishments, and for startling the respectable society of the Middle East with her feminist drive, her liberal beliefs, and her provocative life. Kahra...

Autumn’s choices left her misunderstood and isolated. She walked with oblivion. She found herself talking to only herself. The burden of knowing and seeing too much at a young age defined her stillness. As I wander my way through the years. Sometimes searching to avoid my mind. Sometimes lost from promises and lies. Sometimes waiting to save me from myself. The restrictions between my solitude life, my inconsistent creativity and my graphic implementation were no longer visible resulting i...

“Sand rasped incidents in my life, causing an abrasive outcome. Down came the rain, smothering me with mud and splattering me with my tears, creating a pool of sorrow that I swam in. An intervening energy took over me. I felt weightless as it pushed me through murky incidents. As sand and rain danced as one, it tormented me, leaving smearing mud on my days. Devastation overcame me with a magnitude that quivered my being. As I soaked in this salt water, my life remained damp for some time.”...