A copybook’s inspiration
Hamlet , the Prince of Denmark
Main theme of the play :
A ghostly visitation throws the young prince into the paralysis of indecision
Main Ideas :
– Hamlet was torn between grief and shame ( Hamlet’s suspicions )
– The dramatic function of the appearance of the ghost .
– Hamlet’s tactics to be sure that his uncle was the murder of his father ( madness/ The murder of Gonzago )
-Hamlet is a play inside a play.
– Hamlet’s hesitation .
– Claudius tactics to get rid of Hamlet .
– The role of poison in the play .
Back to earth … Those past words were from my English copybook … I opened it as I wanted to remember somedays I’m afraid to forget … This category will focus on my school days and my copybooks . The coming post would be English , Arabic , French , Mathematics , Science , Social studies … I’m not sure . And may be This would be the first and the last post of its kind .
For what reason English ? O.k … I think I’m writing in English as a kind of little change , for not being as usual …. or may be I’m practising the language or I’m trying to express my thoughts and feelings in another language wondering if the words would betray me or not …If my words would be easy as it’s the language of the heart that I mean or they ‘re only some bla bla bla .
Mentioning my schooldays I remembered myself On Monday mornings … The 1st class , Socialstudies ( no comment ) … I’m always late … I always arrive at 8: 30 , run up the stairs , reach my class … Oh please not again the locked door , my friends sad smiles … my knocks … The teacher comes out , shakes her hand , looks at th watch go in and lock the door again ! She doen’t talk and I can’t breath so don’t ever think of a civillized conversation . Like every time I’ll just sit on that chair beside the door … take a book from the bag … study for a coming exam . Now I’m sure that my white clean file is having some black dots . But what I really hated was the secondry pupils passing by and staring at me .. Oh please my angels sorry I’m the evil that came and brought shame to the city of angels … As if the inocennce hasn’t ever passed upon me and now I’m the bad one …Poor them ( or may be poor me ) …
That’s enough for today … That’s enough for the first time …. That’s enough for I’ve been a silly headache …
I still feel that I’ve lost something great from my life since I heard about Darweesh’s death …
I feel depressed and I miss his being here …
May God forgive himand bless his soul .
Thank you very much brothers and sisters … I really appreciate you … thnks for your precious passing by this blog …