Jantee Style16.500 د.ك

Jantee Style
A Home Held in Two Arms
From Clay to Dust
The Art of Media Storytelling
When the Qur’an Becomes a Way of Life
Whispers of Ayah
the opposite of expectedMy tears fell inadvertently because of your memories that killed me deliberately with premeditation, please leave me so that I can forget you, be a dream in my sleep I wake up and leave, be a flower I pluck from a garden to die and wither, be something to pick up, rain falling, or at least an equation that has a solution. It hurts to go on with my life as if you don't concern me, and to continue your life as if I didn't... It hurts to hold on to you and let me go, then you treat me like your normal things, like a coat you take off whenever you want, and glasses that you wear whenever you want, like a watch! Like a hat! As a robe! Your life goes forward and I go backwards.