Alkardinal Mohamed HD Cardinal Mohamed Ahmed ..
Southern
Sad; beside the river of the village he stood, contemplating the flow of honey water in the artery of nature, he was not on a date with the last painful message .. Wait; he walked; sang the dancing of the rose picking and the day of the daytime, until the bottle of love, broken by waves of fate, A flood of longing, he took it hard and ran to the wood hut. A hut used to arrange empty bottles on the shoulder of his door. He forgot about the gray shale that his grandmother had woven for him a day before her departure.
The darkness began to contain the universe, and the silence was applied to the rest of the swish of trees, so he lit the candle of Anas on the edge of the antique bookshelf, took a quick hiccup, hands together to receive the message warmly; take the letter out of the bottle, TAIL ..)
She sat awake and embraced silence. What is that? In the calmness of existence, and the chaos of the heart; Will he open and read .. Or will be burned by the imagination of the imagination agrees dreams do not essentially break
He and his southern color, decided to merge with his killer curiosity, and rebellion against his fear of unknown character, and on the impact of the fall of the night, he deconstructed the tape of the message as if to feed his explosive belt with caution ..!
"I know you are a boring man, annoying and steeped in literature and writing but I love you."
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