He was a little child selling flowers. That is what he did for living; he sold flowers in the market for passing people and lovers in cafes… All of this, just to buy one or two loafs of bread
Author: omar jaroudi
The Rose in my Heart
My conscience chose not to wake up until I sat in the pale, empty room. I started telling the whole story without me evening desiring. The three hours of confession…
Seeing in the Dark
Then, I closed my eyes,Remembering my dream when I was,Little. I used to dream,About seeing in the dark,What an impossible dream!
The Twentieth Night
However, on the twentieth night, I made up my mind and wrote my name on Pike’s will, then I ascended to his room to finish my job
