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🖇️On one of the sad nights, in a corner of my dark room, I held my pen to write my worries and grief, and if my pen fell from me and escaped from me, I sought to retrieve it, so I found it escaping from me and from the fingers of my trembling hand. Or from my sad fate, and he answered me with a voice louder than sadness and grief, sir, I am tired of writing your suffering and embracing the concerns of others. I smiled and said to him: O my sad pen, I leave our wounds and our sorrows without revealing them. The soul, instead of torturing yourself, and torturing someone who has no heart or soul, I asked him and if these wounds are caused by a person who is dearer than the soul, to whom do I r...