Green Leaves Of a Dry Tree, Paperback Book, By: Zakia Hashim Basri

empty box; It is a term that is always mentioned when someone describes his life, but with all the confidence I have left over, I say that my life is like a full box whose filling has become meaningless, until I wished to rearrange what is in it. But because of the large number of things in it, it is difficult for me to see its contents, so here I am trying hard to search among the folds of my box for what I want to forget in order to throw it away. But it is not easy; My life is still going on, and stopping to search and rearrange my things hinders my life's path to the point that I am unable to do both. I don't want to cry, but my astonishment exposes me and shows others moans, tears, and screams that I don't recognize. I don't know what to do! However, I remain steadfast until God permits me to do something other than what I feel. Here I am, taking the first steps in rearranging memories and reminding myself of what I went through, with a positive face that I rarely think about.