Empty
We try to live in the maelstrom of death. Were our souls destined for sorrow? No, it is we who drown them in its cup. So let sorrow depart; in our hearts is the surge of those yearning to live, and the overwhelming desire of those longing for joy. So why don't we rejoice... Why don't our souls dance, why don't our lips sing, why don't our hearts clap?
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Category: Arabic novels
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Number of pages: 380 pages