رواية مزرعة الدموع

The heart is always looking for someone to live in it and live in it and sow the flowers of love, intimacy and pleasure, like an empty house, it is without inhabitant, without life and without movement.

The house is affected if it loses it, so you do not see light that breaks its darkness, nor perfume that reeks of its sides, so the walls and doors weep for it after its inhabitant was an original part that fills its wide space, and so is the heart that is motionless and isolated from the prey and members, and its neighbors from these members do not feel it except with the presence of that honest inhabitant and it shines With it the light brings them joy, so they visit and meet and bless their beloved neighbour, congratulations to you the nearby resident, and they all pledge with the heart to make him happy so that the resident becomes acquainted with his affection.