You Are Not Of Me, Paperback Book, By: Shatha Mohammed

To the master of despair that invaded my calm, to my dear master, ancient sadness, for all the miserable nights and lamentations of my dreams! Disguise no longer works; With everything that remains of my mind, I am exhausted. My appearance is no longer beautiful in order to master a theatrical role. And living is no longer an option that I like. I am fed up. Just let us fall now. before I fall! Nothing will remain of me except my letters that I wrote at times when I wished to leave. Only my words will remain that bear witness to all the moments of farewell that I had for that reason. Here are all my farewells.