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strandedThe story that neglected me..and became a novelWhen I started writing this novel, I discovered the so-called “migration while writing.” When writing it, I thought that I had left to a place I don’t know.. I visited many places, some of which were like the remains of ancient cities, while oth..

There are (things) scatteredI didn't learn it from school, but I learned it from lifeI wish I had written it on the neighbors' wallsIn that white timeWhen a piece of charcoal was my favorite penThe walls were delicious as a pamphletWhen I had a grandfatherI had more friendsAnd my dreams are more.. a..

Some appear in our livesIn the form of a white badgeAnd so she appeared in front of her on that roadThat girl.. yammam!,..

I was eight years old when I discovered for the first time that the walls had holes in which a number of stories leaked to us.But it differs from those stories that may be shared by a group of people, as they are mostly private storiesThe owners were careful not to seep out of their walls.But some w..

A book between its pages.. each of you must find himself...In a letter.. a word.. or a line..And when he finds it, I am sure he will read the same page two, three or more times...In this book I found myself a lot...I found my heart a lot.. and my soul a lot..In this book, the absent attended.. the d..

What is the secret of these strangers?Those we meet in crowds, our hearts are cheerfulIt's like they're calling them by nameWhere did we live with them?In which countries were they representing the other half of us?And behind any walls, we owed them a warm tale heroism?..