About something called love

It was a year of daily dying of longing.
Her voice used to stop that death, but when it is cut off, the longing returns as fierce as it was.
Her voice was his favorite chirping, when she whispered to him: How much I miss you, the distance between them becomes zero..
Is there a voice that can really shorten distances?! ... her voice was making ... and he was able to enslave him ... Is there really a voice that smells? … All sciences gather that sounds are like water, without taste, color, or smell … So why was the room suffocated with the scent of jasmine when she uttered her usual first word: How lonely are the days without you?
His voice was completely preying on her, and she loved being the prey of his voice, so when it came, she felt that her deferred femininity had come to be released... Is there a voice capable of bringing a woman's femininity out from the bottom of a bottle?! … His voice was active … and his answers were burning them slowly, like a stick of incense at a Sufi male party, who only needed a spark to obtain the legitimacy of the fragrance, and his voice was its spark.



Information about the book:
Pages: 111 p

Size: 14.5 * 21.5 cm
Weight: 176 g
Book Cover: Plain Cardboard
Publishing House: Dar Kalimat for Publishing and Distribution



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