Aseer Alkotb About Things That Hurt You

To you... Yes, you and no one else, and though I don't know you and you also don't know me; May your good heart be peace from me, and your innocent soul write my soul; I write for the whiteness of your heart and your excessive spontaneity, I write for the sadness that has been inside you for a long time, I write for your beautiful eyes filled with worry and pain, I write for your silence and the diaspora of your soul and the weight of the days in your heart, I write to you as a hand that patted your shoulder, like a madness, and the voice of your voice cracks So, be ready to be well, and to be near my thoughts, for it is for you that I wrote it and revealed it, so between love and sadness, "A thing from you is here, or perhaps all of you...!".