A universe inside a Library | Al-Saeh

    For any passionate reader, a large library is one of the most peaceful places to be in. Wandering among the shelves, touching the skin of each book, blowing off the dust from upon the covers, ignoring the motion of the universe and the life they'e engaged to, outside the library.

     You feel overwhelmed by the smell of the old brown papers, and the amount of knowledge that's surrounding you. 

The first time I visited the library i thought to myself  "This is what I was searching for, where has it been for so long!?".

     The biggest library dwells in the heart of the city Tripoli of Lebanon, in one of the old streets in there.

The main door of the library

Now you see!

The lost treasure is finally found, no map was needed but a friend who knew the owner long time ago, and he suggested to pay him a visit...

Once you enter, all you see is books all over the place, literally everywhere. You barely have a bare ground to walk upon, and a space filled with air just to breathe.

And actually I was surprised when I saw the Bathroom...

Phobia - Dendrophobia

Definition

How about split this word in two parts?
Dendro = tree (Greek)
Phobia  = Fear (Greek)

       It's simply the fear of trees and also related to other types of phobia such as fear of forest, fear of wooden subjects, and fear of dark wooded areas or forests at night, known respectively as Hylophobia, Xylophobia and Nyctohylophobia.

    Dendrophobia is a specific type of phobia. since there exist three types, either Social phobia (fear of public speaking, meeting new people, or other social situations), or Agoraphobia (fear of being outside), or specific phobias (fear of particular items or situations).

Nyctohylophobia, fear of  forest at night

Huge wooded tree

Causes? 

   In fact, there's no specific known reason for phobias, they are believed to be a combination of hereditary characteristics and traumatic events. For dendrophobia to be triggered there must be something that happened with the person in his early age (i.e watching a horror movie where someone is attacked in a forest, being attacked in a forest or under a huge tree, being badly wounded by a woody object..etc)

Artificial freedom

       
It starts in our early stages of existence, when the fetus-mother link is our fleshy spoon, feeding us to stay alive until the day of birth. until the day when it will be cut, and both individuals will bleed to the moment the wounds dry and we smile again... But I smile for the first time, i was chained to my mother, embedded in her uterus, and now i am released. No, i am actually not. the link is still there, but not as materialistic as it was.it's now nerve pulses in my brain, electricity in my memory, and something else that i cannot define. something that inhabits the dimension of the mind.

It continues when we start breathing the gaseous oxygen and not the liquid one, when we open our eyes responding to outer stimuli, and when we cry out expressing ourselves, seeking help, attention, or even complaining, when we imitate other human beings. then we acquire their language, their gestures, their ideas, and we wonder.