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(5) My loud reading is turning me crazy! Ahmed Seif Hashed
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(5)
My loud reading is turning me crazy!
Ahmed Seif Hashed
I was studying my lessons out loud..silent reading or even in a low voice I did not like, in addition to the fact that its harvest is scarce and fading or of little effect..my mood is not suitable for silent reading that I am not familiar with, and I am not accustomed to. To a continuous provocation that loses its importance after reading a page or two, and boredom and boredom and perhaps drowsiness creep into me after a while, and in other cases silence flies my memory in every direction, and I look like a small child without discrimination, chasing the shadow of a bee hovering over the flowers, it does not catch it, and it does not last flower..
When I read silently, I find myself a lot of wandering and straying, and sometimes I get drowsy after an hour if the place is good, and at other times I feel boredom stretching my limbs, and wandering away to where I do not want.. I find myself far from where I am, and very far from what I am about to read..
I do not know how the method of reading aloud followed me from middle school, then I found myself in secondary school more attached to it, and I am not good at what suits me other than.. At the university, and then at the Higher Institute of the Judiciary it became a nature or perhaps it turned into a habit of reading for me, I cannot leave it Except for an urgent necessity or imperative..
My comprehension rate while reading aloud was much more than if I read in a low voice, and my concentration while reading aloud was many times more than my concentration while reading silently… My silent reading makes me waste a lot of time, for a little benefit, and I find most of this waste I spend Chasing the strays of my mind that fly in every direction and direction..
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I would go out from the inner section to the desert, and I would stretch it out in length and width while I was studying my lessons aloud, and I would even point with hands and feet without will, and I would walk some steps and stop, and I would repeat the phrases until I understood them, and I would try to memorize them, and as soon as I finished a lesson, I would write on the sand dunes (My Lord, increase me knowledge ) And sometimes I add (from the cradle to the grave) I do this out of pure whispering that also takes its share of my wasted time, and whoever sees me from a distance, and watches my movements, thinks that I have been touched by the jinn, or that I am already crazy.. I used to read with my mouth, hands, feet and every movement My body and the muscles of my face were pale scorched by the sun and wind, so my reading turned into something like loud reading filled with movements and memory-strengthening activity..
It is an aspect of diligence in which I found myself better than ever in attention, perseverance and effort.. I felt the importance of excellence, and dealt with my ambition, and what I want with greater responsibility..
In the “proletariat” school, I became more appreciative of the importance of education, and the importance of insight and knowledge… I seemed to have more confidence in myself, and knowledge became more and more pleasurable the more I studied and the more knowledge I gained.
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