Notfah | Adham Sharqawy

I miss you.. and when I say I miss you, I don't publish new news. You know that I miss you. If I'm with you, how did they come between you and me? But I wanted to say that longing for you is more frightening than the steps of this jailer who roams the prison corridors back and forth at this late hour of the night, and that if I compare the pain of losing you to the pain of prison, prison seems to be a picnic. Inside us, Asmaa, the real jailer is not the one who holds the keys to the prison, but rather the one who refuses to kneel and we do not kneel except when we pray, so this jailer will remain my prisoner