One soul and a pen that speaks

When I first held my pen as a child, I scribbled some incomprehensible lines and scribbles... When I held it at the age of seven, it was a struggle for me to complete my schoolwork... At the age of twenty, a pen was an essential part of my university bag... And now, after days without pens!!!! I found myself searching for a pen to express my thoughts that have been in my mind for several years. In this book, there are a collection of short stories that I have expressed for the first time, perhaps they might comfort one of you or bring you out of your isolation or gladden the heart of its reader or express hidden feelings inside you... This is my book, this is my pen, and these are my thoughts. When I first held my pen as a child, I scribbled some incomprehensible lines and scribbles... When I held it at the age of seven, it was a struggle for me to complete my schoolwork... At the age of twenty, a pen was an essential part of my university bag... And now, after days without pens!!!! I found myself searching for a pen to express my thoughts that have been in my imagination for several years. In this book, there is a collection of short stories that I have expressed for the first time, perhaps they will comfort one of you in your loneliness, or bring you out of your isolation, or gladden the heart of its reader, or express the feelings hidden within you... This is my book, this is my pen, and these are my thoughts. My pen is a story, and my book is its beginning....