رواية قطة في عرين أسد‎

Betrayal.. this treacherous dagger that stabs a person in his carelessness.. It takes only moments for the blade of the dagger to be immersed in your heart and blood flows from it rivers.. but you need years and years to heal.. sometimes it heals and sometimes not.. its bitterness remains with you Throughout your life.. and you see all the colors around you have been tanned with black.. so your eyes get used to black and you cannot see other colors, even if they are clear and evident before your eyes.. Fulfillment is a rare currency.. but it is not non-existent.. Look for loyalty in the time of betrayal. And about honesty in the time of lies.. And about love in the time of material things.. No time or place is devoid of white, no matter how rare and glorious its existence is.. Without black, we would not be able to distinguish whiteness and purity.