cellist

Author's name: Sherine Fathy

Here is an attempt to recreate humanity. To the tunes of music, souls are guided, bodies are composed, and the world is recreated. Each one of us is huddled within ourselves in a dark, silent corner, trying to escape from time to time through real or even imagined holes, escaping from his life, but in the end, we are forced to move on and continue. So let the journey be a form, so let each of us listen to his own melody and follow it, perhaps other paths will open up. You will hear music from strings taut on the back of a beloved, from the fingers of a lover like piano fingers, from a black mole on a girl's face, from multiple holes in the walls, from a shrunken and impotent male, from the sound of a lost song. From ugliness, beauty was created, and stories and tales were created. I read it, I read it, I will read it, and we find that a single hole in a ship made it the only surviving ship in the story. Will you find your true self and know it through your holes, scars, and pains?