Extortion is a game of rotten soul""

However, arrogance is always based on the belief that we are the focus of attention and respect.. The rich man is proud of his wealth because he feels that it brings him the attention of the world... and people tend to go along with him in all his emotions resulting from the advantages of his position. As for the poor, he is ashamed of his poverty because poverty does not make him the focus of people's attention. If their eyes fall on him, they will not sympathize with his misery and the misery he suffers from, because some of the extortion is a game of those whose soul has rotted, and his command is to blackmail a person for himself and his soul?!

*I fear for my freedom more than my desire to secure my emotions, I would rather be miserable and free than happy in a cage. *

Some of the letters include us and tighten our hearts with steadfastness, so that we remain on our origin in a time when the origins are lost. I will not become a victim of previous events, I will not make them an obstacle, and I will not be like someone who blackmails his soul. I will overcome those lapses to continue my life. I cannot change the past. Rather, I will forgive and forgive in order to set myself free. I will not hold anger towards any person in the world. I will be optimistic and positive. I will trust myself and love the good for everyone. I will not concern myself with the attitudes of others towards me.. or the idea that was taken from me... so it no longer matters to me?!

Returning to the past, to the folds of childhood and ignorance confirms that a person does not find passion, love and giving for free except with his mother, he finds everything beautiful with her, but he misses passion, eagerness and love in his life when he grows up and loses her; Crying is not synonymous with sadness, it is synonymous with fullness. The happy weeps and the fearful weeps. He who is full of enthusiasm cries and the sad one cries. A person cries when his feelings overflow, whatever they are. Tears come out like rain showers from his eyes when he misses and the memory shatters him.

Social media is a big lie that does not enrich or fatten from hunger, it does not exceed false compliments, and hypocrisy of a luxurious kind, and escaping to it in order to search for that lost love is a bigger lie.

There is no doubt that the soul becomes familiar with those who make beauty grow inside it without permission. Doesn't some speech need feeling and not understanding, but the strength lies in the real man, the real one to the core; Many are semi-true. The mother is the truth.

What if we lived in peace, without absence and farewell, without receiving strangers, without disappointments?

Is it possible that thinking about the beautiful reality is almost impossible? Are we really destined for misery, or are we the ones who see that?

Our life has become full of anticipating things before they happen, and we claim that we are waiting for a beautiful day under the name of “a better tomorrow” and we hide behind the banks of a tear that burns the heart of those who were orphans and frightens the heart of those who were not disturbed by life. A tear was won from the pain of treachery and betrayal, so that our lives became scattered pieces in corners surrounded by painful memories that we could not overcome and forget the feelings of others by saying that life is beautiful, and it deserves to be lived even though we took harsh lessons in the concept of life behind saying life is beautiful...

If the conversation between me and me ends, and the ways of communication are cut off and we part; We were promised strangers, I would get to know me again, and I would know my soul well. I know her when she wipes gently on rude logic, and when she empties her patience in emotion, or when she closes her rejection of every direction. When it's a sharp edge, a familiar face, a gesture that takes your hands, or a shoulder that turns away from you. And I know it when you choose what you are, and in what position.

I don't regret anything?!

I will know my soul when turning off my phone becomes an escape and disappearance, and when the world becomes imprisoned inside a small device the size of a palm, and friendship becomes a message, and our presence becomes a small green signal, freedoms have no value. Then I fall into myself, to realize how lonely I was despite the crowding, how many prisoners I was, and did not realize my age?!