A Mosquito Meets a Memory
In a meadow of memories, my mind is a mosquito. It flies from flower to flower, and separates…
3 articles
In a meadow of memories, my mind is a mosquito. It flies from flower to flower, and separates…
For years, society has been experiencing a constant deviation of thought and an impropriety that has become more…
Your essence is even loftier than angels.Hidden in you are spheres and compacted globesMehmed Akif The human is…