غويشة

They taught me that their whims are what led them to death, and that I am only a tool.. Here, while I am stuck in this crowd, it seems to them that I am at my weakest state, so their activity increases.. Their presence is loud, my body shudders, and ignites in my body a fear that makes my pulses scream.. I turned around in embarrassment at the appearance of this On my features... I closed the car windows and was busy counting down the traffic light, leaving my dead companions the freedom to speak and their cold souls dissipating the heat of the Riyadh sun.