كان الوطن الذي اجتاح كل ابتساماتي في الغربة.

“How can I begin to tell you how much I miss you without using those three commo…”

“You dance the troika in the opening of my veins and I only protest with a murmu…”

“I recall those beautiful summer mornings with my parents by the sandy beach of …”

“You are to my soul what God is to a mother praying for her child at the altar.”