Tomorrow would be his birthday, the second we celebrate without him. Although time continues its relentless march, there are days when the absence feels like a dense shadow, like a distant echo that, without warning, bursts into my chest.I can’t deny that the emptiness left by his presence is a…
Month: April 2025
Literary Reflections
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Yes, I Am A Writer
A trembling confession: fear, healing, and the courage to be seen Although saying it aloud still sends a shiver through me, as if I were revealing an ancient secret kept in the depths of a wooden chest, worn down by time. Since childhood, I knew that words held danger. In…
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Before the First Verse
The sacred ritual of facing the blank page Finding a blank page is like stepping into a labyrinth of silences, a virgin territory where every corner waits to be discovered with the same reverence as caressing a lover’s sleeping face. The absence of words is not emptiness, but possibility—a pulsing…