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Title	:	The Madman
Author	:	Kahlil Gibran
Book Format	:	Paperback
Book Edition	:	Anniversary Edition
Pages	:	Pages: 80 pages
Published	:	July 30th 2008 by Waking Lion Press (first published August 20th 1918)
Categories	:	Poetry. Philosophy. Fiction. Classics. Short Stories. Literature

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Halil Cibran, gençlik döneminin ürünü ve sonraki yapıtlarının habercisi olan Meczup'ta, toplum önünde büründüğü maskelerden kurtulup gerçek benliğini kucaklamayı başaran insanoğlunu anlatır. Kendini her türlü yüzeysellikten arındırıp hakikatin peşine düşen, bu arayışın sonunda varış noktası yalnızlık ve özgürlük olan kişi, toplumun gözünde meczuptur. Cibran'ın kötülük, ikiyüzlülük, adaletsizlik, konformizm ve tamahkârlık karşısındaki eleştirel tutumu; bu dünyayla, burada sürdürdüğü varoluşla, yaşadığı zamanla uzlaşamayan bir meczubun bakış açısından kaleme alınmış bu mesellerdeki keskin ironide ifadesini bulur.

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Original Title:	The Madman
ISBN:	1600961894 (ISBN13: 9781600961892)
Edition Language:	English

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The Madman, Kahlil Gibran Khalil Gibran, also known as Kahlil Gibran, was born on January 6, 1883 in Northern Lebanon. As a result of his family's poverty, he received no formal education as a small child but had regular visits from the local priest who taught him about the Bible as well as the Syrian and Arabic languages. After his father was imprisoned for embezzlement and his family's property was confiscated by the authorities, his mother decided to emigrate to the United States in 1895.

"But memory is an autumn leaf that murmurs a while in the wind and then is heard no more.Thought-provoking parables on a very of subjects written in a beautiful language. Gibran knows his art. Here is an example:The Two CagesIn my father's garden there are two cages. In one is a lion, which my father's slaves brought from the desert of Ninavah; in the other is a song-less sparrow.Every day at dawn the sparrow calls to the lion, Good morrow to thee, brother prisoner.

"You ask me how I became a madman. It happened thus: One day, long before many gods were born, I woke from a deep sleep and found all my masks were stolen, the seven masks I have fashioned an worn in seven lives, I ran maskless through the crowded streets shouting, "Thieves, thieves, the cursed thieves." Men and women laughed at me and some ran to their houses in fear of me. And when I reached the market place, a youth standing on a house-top cried, "He is a madman." I looked up to behold him;

Although this is not really my forte, after reading for a second time then I started to really like it and somehow it's weird but funny.The FoxA fox looked at his shadow at sunrise and said, "I will have a camel for lunch today." And all morning he went abaout looking for camels. But at noon he saw his shadow again-and he said, "a mouse will do." The New Pleasure Last night I invented a new pleasure, and as I was giving it the first trial and angel and a devil came rushing toward my house. They

the most mesmerizing part is that about sorrow; When my Sorrow was born I nursed it with care, and watched over it with loving tenderness. And my Sorrow grew like all living things, strong and beautiful and full of wondrous delights. And we loved one another, my Sorrow and I, and we loved the world about us; for Sorrow had a kindly heart and mine was kindly with Sorrow. And when we conversed, my Sorrow and I, our days were winged and our nights were girdled with dreams; for Sorrow had an

Thus I became a madman.And I have found both freedom and safety in my madness; the freedom of loneliness and the safety from being understood, for those who understand us enslave something in us.هكذا صرت مجنوناًولكني وجدت بجنوني هذا, الحرية والنجاة معاًحرية الإنفراد, والنجاة من أن يدرك الناس كياني.لأن الذين يُدركون كياننا إنما يستعبدون بعض ما فيناIt is beautifully inspiring!It took me one hour to swim deeply in Gibran's wide ocean of ideas! Literary speaking from a fanciful point of view, One

Blessed, blessed are the thieves who stole my masks.