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..
Since the beginning, I have always wanted to write about a "village".A place where it gives me an achievement I couldn’t get in real life.Which I don’..
جميعنا نؤمن بالنقص، فنحن بشر وليس هناك شخص كامل الأوصاف ولكن ماذا إن كان النقص على شكل بشر؟ ماذا إن كنت عمله تحمل وجهاً واحداً والوجه الآخر ضائع في مك..
I did not rebel against my reality, but rebelled against myself to take a path characterized by light.She was afraid of the darkness of souls, so she ..