Black Mole, Paperback Book, By: Fatima Rashed Alyammahi

The loss of a living person is like a split in the heart that does not bleed until the lost person returns in heart and soul. The heart and mind enter into a struggle until they recover what was lost from them until the eyes are quenched, until life returns to the body that has become like a dry, barren land. No matter how many years of our lives pass, things remain in our memories that squeeze our hearts with worry, like a path that beats in the heart and remains constant, even if the deceased returns. Years of our lives remain wasted. We rejoice a little and feel sad a lot, but “I want and you want, and God does what He wants." We will try and strive to move forward. We will ride with the caravan of time, and we will be patient and try to break the stagnation of our hearts, which are covered with sadness and oppression. For God's sake, my deceased. Tell me, are you the deceased or me?