Your eyes are my faith

Writing is the outlet for the hidden talk inside us and the lyre of the soul that longs to express; I tried hard to overcome this sadness that overwhelmed my heart since separation came and knocked on our doors on that dark night, but it freely attacked the conscience. In my book “Your Eyes Are My Faith”: I enter into a very difficult spiritual struggle and conflict, as after every text, sadness inhabited me with the weapon of scattered words. I tried to overcome it and move away from it, but I found that the days inspire me to write about misery and sorrow, in addition to the great loss that broke the heart and made it blind to the happiness that fills the universe. In addition, pride played a major role in this painful spiritual war that carries within it eternal sadness. I have collected dates that are entrenched in memory, and despite the pain of remembering them, they live in the depths of my being filled with broken love. In most of the writings, I concealed longing and never acknowledged it to it, because what is harsher than longing is regret for the talk that was not properly appreciated. On the sidewalk of memories, I sat talking to the one I lost and who made me a writer to this day. In your eyes, I found another world. In your eyes, my master, I found the broken dreams of life in the depths of sorrows and letters. Your eyes are the doctrine of love that I believe in despite the infidelity of meeting. In my book, my sorrows are scattered in the form of letters to be in your generous hands, and you are the ones who increase my honor and passion for writing, and my letters may have a home in your hearts.