قرأتها مرتين سابقا و هذه المرة الثانية

begin

The realms of day and night, two different worlds coming from two opposite poles, mingled during this time

lie

My parents house made up one realm. This realm was familiar to me in almost every way mother and father, love and strictness, model behavior, and school.

reflection

The other realm, however, overlapping half our house mas completely different a loud mixture of horrendous, intriguing, frightful, mysterious things, including slaughterhouses and prisons, drunkards and screeching, fishmives, calving coms, horses sinking to their death, tales of robberies, murders, and suicides.

stigma

it was the first fissure in the columns that had upheld my childhood, which every individual must destroy before he can become himself. Such fissure and rents grow together again. heal and are forgotten, but in the most secret recesses they continue to live and bleed.

first love

There are numerous ways in which God can make us lonely and lead us back to ourselves. This was the may He dealt with me at that time.

mama

With a face that resembled her son, timeless, ageless, and full of inner strength, the beautiful moman smiled with dignity. Her gaze mas fulfillment, her greeting a homecoming. Silently I stretched my hands out to her.

awake

The bird rights its way out of the egg. The egg is the world. Who would be born must first destroy a world. The bird flies to God. That God's name is Abraxas