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| Amazing In The Pilot, the author masterfully weaves a deeply spiritual and emotionally resonant narrative that transcends the boundaries of life and death. Through the journey of Nare and the people in her life, this novel explores the mysteries between earthly existence and the afterlife with a rare blend of poignancy and wisdom. This is not just a story ,it is an experience. A meditation on love, loss, and the unbreakable bonds that connect us beyond time and space. The author’s lyrical prose and insightful storytelling invite readers to reflect on the nature of hope, faith, and the profound longing for reunion. Few books have the power to touch the soul as The Pilot does. For those seeking a novel that moves beyond the ordinary and lingers in the heart long after the final page, this is an absolute treasure. A beautifully crafted work that is sure to inspire and uplift. Show less by Theresa Saylor on February 15, 2025 https://www.kobo.com/ww/en/ebook/the-pilot-34 |
| I am so excited. I have an amazing review of my book. Amazing In The Pilot, the author masterfully weaves a deeply spiritual and emotionally resonant narrative that transcends the boundaries of life and death. Through the journey of Nare and the people in her life, this novel explores the mysteries between earthly existence and the afterlife with a rare blend of poignancy and wisdom. This is not just a story ,it is an experience. A meditation on love, loss, and the unbreakable bonds that connect us beyond time and space. The author’s lyrical prose and insightful storytelling invite readers to reflect on the nature of hope, faith, and the profound longing for reunion. Few books have the power to touch the soul as The Pilot does. For those seeking a novel that moves beyond the ordinary and lingers in the heart long after the final page, this is an absolute treasure. A beautifully crafted work that is sure to inspire and uplift. https://www.kobo.com/ww/en/ebook/the-pilot-34 |
| From my book "The Pilot" Nare was sitting in the kitchen at her uncle's house. She heard her uncle's voice. ''Anna, why hasn't Nare switched on her computer for two weeks?''Nare’s uncle said to his wife. ''I am afraid that she might have some mental disorder. I think her boyfriend, the American man discovered it, and he decided to forget Nare forever,'' Anna said. '' No, my darling wife, I don't think so. Nare's destiny is not kind to her. That's why she behaves like this, but she doesn't do anything wrong, does she? She spends most of her time in her room,'' Nare's uncle said. Anna hesitated for a moment and said to her husband, ''Why doesn't she fancy watching TV with us either ?'' ''If she found a job, she would be able to rent a shelter,'' their daughter-in-law said suddenly, who had overheard their conversation. ''Something is wrong with Nare's brain. She keeps on saying that her childhood's toy bear has returned to her as a real bear cub,''said Anna. ''We can't do anything. Nare lost her home and all her family members. She has nowhere to go,'' Nare's uncle said sadly. ''Arpi advised me to give her for mentally ill patients' care. Most of the places for such patients are free so we will not have to pay any money. She will find home there,'' Anna said and looked into her husband's eyes. ''Anna, forget it. She is my dead sister's daughter. I will never forget myself,'' Nare's uncle replied with a bit anger in his voice. Anna, mind this, Nare has nowhere to go. She must stay with us. If her American boyfriend comes again to take her to America, she will go with him. I want her to be happy,'' Nare's uncle said loudly. ''Her American boyfriend? He will never come for her. Nare says that she can no longer find him among her contacts in the internet,'' Anna spoke even much louder than her husband. They were arguing so loudly that Nare could overhear them from her room. At the moment Nare's eyes pictured the apartment where she used to live with her parents. It was their own apartment. There was a piano in the sitting room. Nare's mother was a teacher of music. Nare used to listen to those classical and folk melodies, when her mother was giving classes to her pupils in their cozy living room. https://www.kobo.com/ww/en/ebook/the-pilot-34 |
| From my story "The Pilot" Leaning on his walking stick, the old man slid with a lot of memories through the departure gate and followed a great number of passengers. Nare's thoughts were with the old man during the day. John's blue eyes were two peaceful lakes tempting her from afar. She looked at the sky for another airplane. Time seemed to have stopped in her thoughts. Nobody asked her why she was there. She suddenly fell asleep on a chair in the waiting room. The bright lights erupting from a lot of bulbs didn't hurt her weary eyes. She woke up again. She didn't know what time it was. The place she found a shelter was never empty or quiet. She was thinking about nothing but flights. She felt weakness for the first time. She struggled to rise on her feet. She walked towards the airport cafe. The money John gave her for a taxi was enough for a cup of coffee and some sweets which she used to keep in her schoolbag when she was a schoolgirl. However she didn't need any sweets at the moment but a cup of bitter coffee. https://www.kobo.com/ww/en/ebook/the-pilot-34 |
| The old photos speak for them with their silent tongues. These albums still take care of my life's written or unwritten pages. I look back to my past and smile to its reflection in a mirror that keeps pale sketches and even shadows in my eyes. I see grey and white butterflies in them. ''Haven't my grey cloudy days turned into these grey butterflies?'' I dare to wonder. ''The white butterflies may have been my happy days,'' I still talk to them without knowing where they are. https://www.kobo.com/ww/en/ebook/a-lamp-lights-the-way-back |
| While writing my story, I stepped back to my childhood. The way from childhood to adulthood is long, but I wonder why it seems so short. Most of the stories get published and remain, but the story tellers leave forever to be remembered by their scripts. Through the huge waves of time, they also seem to be tales, which were told or written once upon a time. https://www.kobo.com/ww/en/search?query=anahit+arustamyan&ac=1&acp=anahit+arusta... |
| Hi everyone. I am Anahit. I am an author. My favourite genre is poetry. I authored poetry books and my poems were published in poetry anthologies and magazines too, both online and in print. I also authored a romance novel, "The Pilot" and a memoir, "A Lamp Lights The Way Back." My Latest poetry book is "Autumn Songs For Nara. https://www.kobo.com/ww/en/ebook/autumn-songs-6 |
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