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Somewhere in the world, that white thread that began to creep in the sky looms over you, the dawn beats, the breeze blows. The colors mix between the ..

Why don't we love ourselves?The truth is that we were solving the wrong problem, we thought that by being more successful and confident, we would feel..

A trilogy of short stories bound by a single thread: the unforeseen movement of fate, with all its shadows and light, its cruelties and its mercies.Wr..

اصدارات الكاتب بشار معرفينعتذر عن قبول حزنك، في ردهة المطاعم، ماوراء الكتابة، اختراق، هدنة...

If God sees goodness in you, He will guide you to goodnessAnd by your intentions, you are blessed..

When I forcibly removed you from my chest with the hoarseness of my voice, I was so attached to it!..

The sun will remain the sun, and will not be shaken by an eclipse.Theatrical scripts:Rabbits, my son, a trampoline, a cat, a buggy...

The smell of the morning has become adulterated! There are smells mixed with it in a disgusting way, misery has become a tattoo on our features! Yeste..