A pen went scribbling along. When it tried to write love, it broke.

“عندما يُمنى عصرٌ بسود الايامليس البطل من يبلغ بُعد الصيت.فإن تطلبِ اللؤلؤ، عليك بال…”

“She loved him so much she concealed his name in many phrases, the inner meaning…”

“There's a field somewhere beyond all doubt and wrong doing.I'll meet you there.”

“What can I do my friends, if I do not know?I am neither Christian nor Jew, nor …”