My mind and my heart

I threw myself on my mother's chest and cried with her. I was not crying for the earrings, bracelets, or anklets. Rather, I was crying for the diamonds, gold, rubies, and emeralds that I had lost in my dream. Sheikh Mahmoud not only stole my mother's jewelry, but he also stole my dream from me. .. Now.. Perhaps you know why I hate sheikhs and dignitaries?!! No... I don't hate them, but I don't believe them, and their words no longer trigger dreams in my head... even when I sleep!!