Written by / Esraa Soliman
Sometimes I miss the days when the blessings were varied and the Big meeting, sometimes I miss a mind devoid of responsibility,
I miss memories engraved in the conscience, I miss people who left us and passed away, I miss notes that were full of happiness,
I miss studying in a room full of books, my teachers who raised me, I miss my friends. university.
I miss the rhythmic songs that take me away from my sadness and silence.
I miss the places I went. It was not a coincidence in life. I miss my father’s warm embrace
After the reward of the exam in which I obtained the final grade, I miss playing in the street without fear or sadness. I miss running when I am happy, and I miss sincere tears when I am sad.
I miss traveling to one of the resorts in Ismailia and the sea and the smell of faces. I miss my school and childhood friends very much.
I miss the laughter that came from the heart. I miss the TV series around which we used to gather, not caring that the world would separate us after that.
I miss Ramadan, Eid, and Eid. I miss my younger brothers. I miss very much the look of gratitude and thanks that I used to look toward those who did me a favor. A person without a past has no present and no future. .
المزيد
قبل أن يمضي الوقت بقلم الكاتبة بثينة الصادق أحمد (عاصي)
فخ الدوبامين بقلم نورهان راضي كحله
تشتت العقل حين صار العالم كلُّه في شاشة بقلم أمل أسماعيل أحمد