Between nose and lips

Author's name: Alia Al-Kazemi

Lucky is the one who will have my lover, he is wonderful, generous, well-mannered, and I know him best

No woman will know him as I did. I know how much he loves his mother and how his feelings towards his father are contradictory. I am like him. I love my mother, and I am at a loss to describe my feelings towards my father.

I know that he was forced to travel to study engineering because his father wanted him to be an engineer like him, and I know that he has literary inclinations, and that he loves reading poetry as much as he loves writing it.

I know that he has several poems that he wrote at different times in his life, and I know that

His poems are amazingly beautiful. He didn't read his poems to anyone else. He swore in front of me.

He will not publish it, he did not write it to share with others, he wrote it for himself, to get some of his

His never-ending internal struggle, as all of these poems revolved around his relationship with his father

And his incomplete sense of it

I know he likes red, hates gray, I know he likes food

Italian and knows how to cook skillfully

I know his room is cold in the winter, and he is a man who hates the cold. I know he loves the summer for the sea, the sea in which he can swim for hours without getting tired or exhausted.

I know that he likes Turkish coffee, without sugar, and then he started to feel palpitations in his heart after drinking it. After that, he got used to drinking French coffee because it is easier on his heart than the previous one.