taleb lojooa

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! Yesterday we laughed and today we cry over those who died around us, every day one of our neighbors is missing! One of them became a refugee, the other an immigrant, and the one without a family, and that child who was sitting on the edge of the stairs of the mosque, ignorant... ignorant of what? in the future? with his brothers? Or is he ignorant of the timing of his death? The term ignorance is no longer limited to a chair, a chair, a book and a pen, because we have become “schools” of our stories that overshadow the bitterness of what we have learned in history! What is in our chests is not enough for the Arabic alphabet, which is limited to eight

Twenty letters, our survival in the midst of this tragedy is an equation that everyone swears is solved and we are given the data of this equation we know that there is no solution to it except by making the value of each of us zero! But who among us has never wished to get infected with it!