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..
كلماتي ليست دليلًا للشفاء،ولا درسًا في الحكمة.هي فقط صوت خرج من عمق روحي،كلمات كتبتها لأفهمني، ثم تركتها على الورق،علّ أحدهم يعثر فيها على صوته،أو يرى..