Memories are the pain reliever of longing:
They are scattered thoughts and expressive texts with the positions of a girl who graduated from the school of the past, carrying in her heart the impressions of her ancestors and their upbringing, and adhering to their principles and their will that religion is morals and values that we will not abandon when standing at the station of the present.
They are yesterday's messages that we deliver to today's mail so that they can be lessons from the past. ..
An orphan tear...
Some people may feel broken, their character changes, and they feel afraid of others.
But they soon rise again, and their hearts are more cautious than being broken
once again !!
Hanan Al Nuaimi...
Come a little closer and listen:
This book contains some of me and others. In it, I collected pages from my life and my readings of life, of people, and of those around me. Because we all live in a patch of earth of limited space and vast dimensions, we are all affected by what we see in others and in ourselves.
Thoughts that have a feeling:
The most beautiful moments of life begin with the emergence of the first blossoms that remove the darkness of the night, illuminate the darkness of the dark sky, and remove from the universe the blackness of the place... Moments whose beauty only a few people realize, are the charming beginnings that appear before us with the first threads of dawn, with an echo that resounds with all silence. Throughout the universe, it gives us a deep sense of every detail of the universe, and makes us feel the value of this life that renews itself with the breath of the first fruits, during which it announces the awakening of the universe from its slumber and the emergence of life from its cradle.
Seasons:
Miniatures that tell seasons of feeling... are small prose texts
Every miniature says a lot...
For everyone who suffers from distress and boredom due to excessive chatter...
Whose imagination cannot contain enough words...
Whoever is certain one day that the best words...
With it, I will pass the seasons of indulgence to the point of escape
Until that meeting:
Oh this death that lives so powerfully..
How did it start with you? He took the basis and foundation
Security and reassurance...the soul and the breath...
He did not know that after you I became forgotten on the road
Known as the nobody... far from me...
I can't hear my voice anymore. I'm the address whose messages don't reach me.
How did you involuntarily become a stranger?
I am not tempted by the introduction and I am not bothered by staying in the middle
Better stability in the back.
