{"product_id":"2940013768956","title":"The Broken Wings","description":"My neighbours, you remember the dawn of youth with pleasure and regret\u003cbr\u003eits passing; but I remember it like a prisoner who recalls the bars\u003cbr\u003eand shackles of his jail. You speak of those years between infancy and\u003cbr\u003eyouth as a golden era free from confinement and cares, but I call\u003cbr\u003ethose years an era of silent sorrow which dropped as a seed into my\u003cbr\u003eheart and grew with it and could find no outlet to the world of\u003cbr\u003eKnowledge and wisdom until love came and opened the heart's doors and\u003cbr\u003elighted its corners. Love provided me with a tongue and tears. You\u003cbr\u003epeople remember the gardens and orchids and the meeting places and\u003cbr\u003estreet corners that witnessed your games and heard your innocent\u003cbr\u003ewhispering; and I remember, too, the beautiful spot in North Lebanon.\u003cbr\u003eEvery time I close my eyes I see those valleys full of magic and\u003cbr\u003edignity and those mountains covered with glory and greatness trying to\u003cbr\u003ereach the sky. Every time I shut my ears to the clamour of the city I\u003cbr\u003ehear the murmur of the rivulets and the rustling of the branches. All\u003cbr\u003ethose beauties which I speak of now and which I long to see, as a\u003cbr\u003echild longs for his mother's breast, wounded my spirit, imprisoned in\u003cbr\u003ethe darkness of youth, as a falcon suffers in its cage when it sees a\u003cbr\u003eflock of birds flying freely in the spacious sky. Those valleys and\u003cbr\u003ehills fired my imagination, but bitter thoughts wove round my heart a\u003cbr\u003enet of hopelessness.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eEvery time I went to the fields I returned disappointed, without\u003cbr\u003eunderstanding the cause of my disappointment. Every time I looked at\u003cbr\u003ethe grey sky I felt my heart contract. Every time I heard the singing\u003cbr\u003eof the birds and babbling of the spring I suffered without\u003cbr\u003eunderstanding the reason for my suffering. It is said that\u003cbr\u003eunsophistication makes a man empty and that emptiness makes him\u003cbr\u003ecarefree. It may be true among those who were born dead and who exist\u003cbr\u003elike frozen corpses; but the sensitive boy who feels much and knows\u003cbr\u003elittle is the most unfortunate creature under the sun, because he is\u003cbr\u003etorn by two forces. the first force elevates him and shows him the\u003cbr\u003ebeauty of existence through a cloud of dreams; the second ties him\u003cbr\u003edown to the earth and fills his eyes with dust and overpowers him with\u003cbr\u003efears and darkness.","brand":"WDS Publishing","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47070309613808,"sku":"2940013768956","price":0.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940013768956_p0.jpg?v=1763590017","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940013768956","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}