I have lived a hard life between two women .. The first is the reason for my comfort and the second is the reason for my suffering .. The first is Jawhara .. No one is like Jawhara, in her love, tenderness and chivalry ... She is my reassurance in this cruel world .. She is my refuge and my shelter, she is my oasis and my country .. As for the second, she is roses .. What do you know about roses, my mother .. She is my air, she is me in another envy, she is my hope and my despair, my happiness and my misery, my dream and my nightmare .. I love her .. Yes, I love her more than anything, more than anyone, more than any quantity and number .. The beautiful, captivating Rose .. Rose with her skin tinged with red, and her raised cheeks, Rose with her plump lips, and her eyes that carry the beauty and mystery of the universe, Rose with her hair falling on her shoulders with softness equal to all the women of the earth .. Rose who resembles her name in all her details, Rose with the soft voice that carries in its tone the most beautiful melodies and tunes of the world .. Rose my beloved whom I desire and about me Life prevents her.. The roses that I do not deserve because of you, my mother