رواية فلتغفري

Book, "Let the writer forgive" Atheer Abdullah Al-Nashmi

I asked you that day if you were a tomboy, remember how you raised your head, and how you blocked your sharp gaze like a shell of flame ... Your gazes were delicious despite their intensity and despite their challenge.

I don’t know how you robbed me so quickly, Juman, I don’t understand how you bewitched me from the first time my eyes fell on you.

I provoked you a lot that day, I was more thirsty to provoke you after every word and after every sentence, your nervousness was delicious, the redness of your ears was exciting.

When I left the cafe, Juman, I decided that you would be mine, I would never allow you to be someone else's!