I never set out to become a writer.

I simply fell in love with stories that didn't exist yet.

So I wrote them.

Some were born from rainy afternoons. Others from sleepless nights. Some came from joy, many from longing, and a few from the quiet places of my soul I couldn't explain any other way.

If you've found your way here, then perhaps one of those stories has been waiting for you.

Maybe you'll discover yourself in Yusrah.
Maybe you'll recognize your courage in Batuul.
Maybe you'll leave carrying a piece of a world that now feels like home.

Because stories don't end when we close the book.

They live on in the hearts that remember them.

So whenever you choose to return-through these pages or someday on the big screen-

Welcome home.

- Phartiemarhk