What Monji Abu Al-Oyoun sees

I looked at what I had turned into and discovered that I no longer had room for the sink of longing or the sweetness of meeting. I no longer have room for the ecstasy of a hug or a touch that would blossom in the soul with colors of beauty like the one you gave me nearly ten years ago. As usual in my early life, I am waiting for a miracle to bring me what I wish for. Like counting the days, waiting for time to turn around as it began. Yes.. I am trying to find something that resembles my ev...