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 In a distant time, there lived a wealthy merchant who had three daughters, the youngest of whom was the most beautiful, and her name was Beauty. She wasn’t just lovely in appearance, but kind at heart, fond of books, and found true joy in reading. Unlike her two sisters who were arrogant and greedy, Beauty was humble and content with little. One day, the merchant suddenly lost all his fortune at sea and was forced to move with his daughters to the countryside, living a simple life. Beauty accepted it with grace, while her sisters could not stop complaining and weeping over their lost luxuries. One morning, the father received word that one of his ships might have survived the storm. Hope returned to his heart, and before leaving for the port, he asked his daughters what gifts they wanted. The elder daughters asked for dresses and jewels. But Beauty, with her gentle voice, said, “Please bring me a single red rose, Father—I miss the flowers.” The merchant went to the city, but soon ...

 The village of Silent Valley lay curled between two dark hills, as if hiding from time. Mist clung to the rooftops like secrets left unsaid. The wind there did not howl—it whispered, carried rumors like leaves, and shivered the bones of anyone who dared listen too closely. In the lowest corner of this forgotten place lived Salim, a boy of the earth. He wore the same patched tunic every day, his bare feet calloused from stone and frost. His home was a crumbling hut, his only inheritance a reed flute and a name no one remembered. But his eyes burned with something the rich could never buy: wonder. He first saw Laila on the balcony of the stone manor during the Harvest Festival. She stood surrounded by silk and servants, her face lit by lanternlight and boredom. Her dress shimmered like water under the moon. Her gaze wandered over the crowd until it paused—on him. Their eyes locked. He looked away, ashamed. She smiled. That night, he wandered back to the manor walls. To his disbelief...

 Malek was no ordinary young man. Ever since childhood, he had been drawn to silence—to the shadows between things, to the rustling of leaves at dusk. It was in the ancient village of “Ain al-Sukoon,” where stories of jinn were whispered like prayer, that his fate began to unravel. One night, while drawing water from the village's cursed well, Malek saw her. She was radiant—more light than flesh. Her eyes shimmered with stars. > “Why do you look at me like that?” she asked, her voice like a breeze through reeds. > “Because I’ve dreamed of you,” he whispered. Her name was Rihaneh. And she was not of his world. Night after night, Malek returned to the well. They talked of music, of stars, of the loneliness that clung to both their souls. But the more he loved her, the more the veil between their worlds thinned. Rihaneh revealed the truth: she was a guardian of the threshold between the jinn and human worlds. And their love was a violation of ancient law. > “If we continue, b...

 Salma was a fifteen-year-old girl from a wealthy family with high social status. A beauty that couldn't be hidden: her long, night-colored hair and ocean-blue eyes held deep, silent secrets. She entered the world of the internet out of boredom, searching in its unknown corners for something to break her dull routine. She joined a public chat room, and there, a strange username appeared: "Alexander the Great." He messaged her privately, but she ignored him. So he introduced her in the public chat, made everyone notice her, and soon she became famous in that virtual world. Most people there loved her—she was kind, fun, and respectful. Over time, she formed a small group of friends: three girls and three boys. The closest among them was a girl named Soli, while among the boys, there was a charming, witty guy named Toti—who wasn't what he seemed. At first, Salma avoided him. But she stayed up chatting with the group every night, exchanging jokes and stories. Eventually, ...

 (A Farewell to Arms) In the heart of a Europe torn apart by World War I, Frederic Henry, a young American who volunteered as an ambulance driver for the Italian army, saw the smoke of the cannons and the sounds of the shelling as a pale backdrop to his life suspended between danger and nothingness. Little did he know that love awaited him, in a place where one could only expect death. In a hospital, after sustaining a painful leg injury, he met Catherine Barclay, a beautiful British nurse whose eyes held a mysterious sadness over the loss of her former fiancé in the war. Their conversation began timidly, but it quickly turned into a spark that ignited their hearts amid a world collapsing. The more intense the war became, the more they became attached to each other. On cold Italian nights, they would escape the whizzing bullets into the warmth of glances and whispered words. They created a small world of their own, while the world around them collapsed. But war leaves little time f...