رواية كيغار

A small flower was plucked from its soil, and opened in another land not worthy of its splendor. I tried to cling to life; The sky refused to water it from the overflow of its clouds, and life gave it cups of bitterness and pain. Thorns grew for it, and it was colored in the color of doom, and it hid its nectar in isolation, fearing the tyranny of time. So medicine is impossible for a disease, and thorns wounded her, and she followed the path of a prophecy written with drops of blood! Can the pure sand atoms wipe their dirt and breathe new life into the heart and veins?!