defective child

I miss Laith so much, I used to write to him over and over again and I had no hope of writing, but I put all my energy to write what I feel, I almost forgot that I do not love anything but him, or that I love him all with the homeland only, Laith was among those who did not feel, and from whom Nor do they cry, who does not know the difference between orange blossom and lemon blossom, does not know the difference between jasmine and chrysanthemum, not even see that the lily should be sanctified.

I used to think that life would not proceed except by my insistence on leaning on my eyes that strayed and misled me, in addition to that he hates me very much, rather he hates my existence, and hates my love for everything, he kept torturing his soul and my soul.

Although Laith is a child with his flaws, a child with his secrets, and a child with everything, a child even with the war that made the roses I waited for him scattered in vain.