Dow--just a little bit

Written by: Doaa Abdul Rahman

She raised her gaze to him with pride, alternating her smile with shyness whenever he spoke to her like this, as if she were all he possessed, not deviating from her with his looks, as if she had taught him to see!, as if she had taught him how to take refuge in the warmth of their repeated meetings from the alienation that struck him with its frost, and for that he endured her distance and was exhausted and met What he found of separation was a monument, she did not fear him from magic, as if she was jealous of her magic to be nothing but the highest!