Methapor قصص

This collection of 12 metaphorical miniatures explores the visceral reality of emotional trauma. Set in a dream-like "liminal space" where the internal becomes external, the series follows a soul navigating a world where pain takes physical form-growing as flowers, falling as snow, or reaching out as skeletal branches. It is a study of the thin line between destruction and transformation.

How neighbourhood reflect my life. And how my room radiator completly sums up how mental ilneeses are often treated... Mostly writing about my own life cause most of it I focused on observing others...

Poetry

A digital notepad for fleeting imaginations of mine.

A short monolouge of Cupid after his idea of love has turned upside down after he became a victim of his own power, LOVE.

A young boy who always pray in little Chapel after their night pray in dormitory.

One stanza poems

"I was lost in the sound of this heavenly voice. I was drowning in it but I didn't mind. I was drowning without feeling pain, without missing the oxygen. I could drown in this voice, feeling like I was laying in the shadow of a green, huge nut tree, on a warm spring morning, with the sun still standing low but high enough to fill everything with light and pure bliss. "Remember me", the sugar sweet voice whispered desperately." Heaven or hell? Written on July 13th 2016