Have you heard the story of the drowned man?

Author: Ali Abdulaziz Ashkanani

Before the first day, and do not deviate, because that is following emptiness." To hear is not to see, and to write is not to read. I write to repay the heavy debt that remains, and the last link in the chains that bind me. This is the first time I rest from the burden of thinking about a suitable cover, and a heated debate with the publishing house. I finally write the letter without caring whether it will be read or ignored. I write for myself, to get rid of the last chapter. From the gaze of the eye and the arrogance of the 'alif', and from the provocative alignment of letters out of order. Here I am, repaying the debt. I have believed since the first great explosion and before... And the strange rotation began after years of straightness. And the golden ray that preceded the rest to penetrate what had not been penetrated. Since motion was known, I created the breeze that shook the throne of the eternal grain of sand, it was our destiny. And since then, that was the beginning, for the destiny of my being, and a story written by the majesty of existence.