That for me to take a break from the whole trip was a stammer

No or tuck!

These words are your funeral, and now I am carrying you to your last resting place .

I will dig your grave line by line , and I will give you the letters . That's how I am, if I wanted to get rid of a woman I wrote about! And I'm glad to find out that I no longer want to keep you! I leave you behind not sorry for you as a wanderer leaves a gorge of mud! I shake you off from me without caring about you as my godfathers shake off the dust of travel

About the ends of his dress after he takes shelter in his tent , and here I am, after my long journey in you and with you ،

That for me to take a break from the whole trip was a stammer

Anne for me to break free from your clutches, and return you strange as you were Anne for me to erect your consolation tent, not to accept your consolation, you have me now inferior to this!

But a funeral tent is necessary for the completion of your death ceremonies! These words are your consolation tent, so God will reward you with you!

Death is painful, promise.

But the most painful are those who die in US while alive! What is uglier that one's heart becomes a grave for someone who still walks on

Earth!

I passed by Your Side yesterday .

The distance between us was an arm's length , and the distance between us was

How much is between the Earth and the sky!

I am convinced now that we do not insanely hate only those who

We loved them madly!

I loved you as if I had no one to love after you . And here I hate you like I have no one to hate after you!

My story is with you like the story of the Sharks with their idols! They used to make these people pass by, worshipping them the face of the day ،

They eat them at night! If only my teeth had touched you , I would have eaten you, not from hunger , but

Out of hatred!

But the thing I know for sure now is that we are the ones who make

Our idols, we choose our executioners! I am a victim of myself, promise!

With it!

My blood!

You only did the role I allowed you to do

I am my own executioner, even if the whip is in your hand!

And I slaughtered myself even though your knife was still dripping from

Don't think I'm trying to make you feel guilty, never, promise, it's just that now I'm cleaning my wound with you before I sew it up, wounds that don't come out, they don't heal! And I want to

I heal from you, and I turn this page forever! I'm not hiding from you that I thought not to write to you, to pain what's left of me and move on, but I chose not to, because I know that the things we're running away from will still haunt us until at some point we decide to turn around and face them! Because I'm not good at running, I thought to myself : let's face it now!

And when I say to you: let's face it ... I'm not looking for a victory, we both know that love battles have no winners and losers, either the two win together, or they are defeated together! And I am defeated by you, just as

You are defeated by me, regardless of the reasons for the defeat!

Nothing symbolizes my loss to you, and I am sure that nothing symbolizes your loss to me , despite what happened I do not deny that you loved me , and this

What makes it even more bitter!

But I wanted us to face off because it's not right to turn my back

You, and you turn your back on me, and between us a case has not yet been closed, although that case of a love relationship is now in the judgment of the dead, and beating the Dead is haram!

Remember the bus, promise There we met, got acquainted, then became lovers, and then came back as strange as we were!

It seems to me now that that bus was a bit like life, we were all riding in it, walking together, but for each of us

Far away،

His destination !

I went to the university, you to your job at the bank, aunt Amna to the government hospital, Hisham to the newspaper, Rayhan to the orphanage, uncle Ahmed to visit a piece of his heart, Maher to the Sharia college, uncle Kamel to the recruitment office, Loujain to the clothing store, um Adel to visit her son in prison, Khalil to the port .  Samir, the little boy, took to the street to sell roses , and others fell inadvertently, although they had a destination, even the driver Abu Amin

He also had a destination!

Come on, I'll take you back to the first road

Our path , or a step earlier, when each of us had

His way !

This return has forced me to cross the land of memories, which is like a minefield , I don't know which step will overthrow me , all the steps in it are fraught with danger, but I don't find a sign of