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“إنه تلك التقاطعات التي تحدث بين أقدارنا لتكمل بعضها البعض كأنها مفترقات طرق تكمل الطرق! فهكذا يخلق الله أقدارنا بذات الوقت وبذات الإحكام! فجزء كبير من حياة كل إنسان هو ليس سوى عبارة عن أجزاء صغيرة من حياوات أناس آخرين عديدين شاركهم حياواتهم وشاركوه حياته! حقاً يا له من أمر عجيب ومحكم البناء!”

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Book:العشق تحت النجوم
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