Gogo

“‏He ran and then stopped, he thought he was going to die that night of tirednes and sorrow. He came back in the direction of the house.. And in moments when he reached the maximum of despair, he heard distant birds making a sweet singing sound, he saw the first thread of dawn born, in those moments he fell on the ground surrendring to the beauty of booze, fell near His house, the arena was shining under the mysterious light , Osman looked at the sky and when he was sleepy, and when he was about to sleep he heard the voices of fifteen children playing under the moon light .

راكوبة جاه الرسول”
― جهاد فتح الرحمن سلامه