Kol Al Toroq La Toaddi Illa Roma | Mohamed Tareq

Pride, that which time never destroys, even nostalgia can never defeat it, we may weaken, miss, need and wish that everything that happened in absence never happened, we write long letters mixed with sighs of need, we recall memories, situations and details, we forgive as if they were Our hearts have never suffered from the bitterness of pain, we forgive and forgive under the throne of nostalgia; But before we fall, pride suddenly appears to prevent us from even following their news. We go back to where we came from, from sadness, pain, pain, and breakage, and finally we wear the mask of strength again to end painful moments whose hero is loss, pride and pain.