I would like to dedicate a huge thanks to Fadi Dawoud for doing the cover of the book. He is such a talented digital artist and a very supportive brother too.
Another beautiful guest I would like to give a praise for right now is Farida Ahmed. She is the one who helped me in editing and revising the book style and content. She is one of a kind and honestly, my favorite poet too.
Also this book wouldn't happen without my unbiological sisters: Salma Ashraf, Reel Gaher , Zeinab Abdelaziz , Menna Ali , Haneen Behery , and Farah Ahmed. Those girls are the one who inspired me to write the book. They had been always there since the beginning of everything , even in the darkest times of the whole process.
Not to mention my partner in every drama and my number one supporter for the silliest things: Mohammed Walid. The one who did not mind to hear my longest records over emotional breakdown or exciting news. The one who genuinely embraced everything I do and every mistake I did once. The one who accepted to be a best friend for a mess like me.
This person taught me that being fearless is no shame. He taught me that being kind to bad people says a lot about who I am as a human being. He has been the most incredible brother to such an emotional wreck like me. I would like to hugely thank Abdullah Anani for guiding me always to be the best version of myself.
The people who welcomed me with all the love in this world, since the very beginning of my appearance into their organization : Rahaf Barakat , Sana Shrbaji, Salam AlNablsi , Shehab Mohammed , and Omar Essam . I am so thankful to be among them. They believed in me, and they are a huge part of the narrative. They embraced my talent and voice, which I always find hard for people to do so.
And of course I would like to end this with some high praising for the woman who took my tiny hands and the imagination factory into paper and ink: My mom. My mom is the one who taught me what real love is and she is not even my mom; she is more likely my sister. The one who always told me to do what represents me as a person and do what makes me happy.
My man , hero, and every beautiful language I would be able to describe him with : My dad . The one who is always looking for what makes me happy and does it. My favorite car rides are with him, especially when we are on a real discussion about my future.
Thank you all for always loving me and being supportive for everything . I love you so much
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