It is said that

short stories:

It is said that an old woman wrote it with her illiterate lips on my memory book, so I grew old with her and with her.

I hesitated a lot before putting on the words a dress of eloquence, since spoken language is an integral part of the story.

Then I decided to cover it with an Arabic letter without bad, believing that I would release it from my chest and my memory into the vast space of Arabic.

I am not here writing stories as much as editing them, I share with you some of my grandmother,

I apologize that I could not carry the words, her voice that still rings in my ears like a bell stirred by the winds of nostalgia.