The northern lights rise like a kiss to the sea

“It began as research. I wrote of silences, of nights, I scribbled the indescrib…”

“آه، الحب، هل هو مجازفة النفس أم قوتها؟”

“Now I am an outcast. I loathe my country. The best thing for me is a drunken sl…”

“I turned silences and nights into words. What was unutterable, I wrote down. I …”