They are all my enemies

I am a beautiful person hiding inside the skin of an ugly person. Do not think that my gunshots will be less accurate than my words. And what is manhood? It is not what you see with your eyes, but what I feel inside me. And they are not forgetful, and their tragedy is not my tragedy, but I am committed before my conscience. And my tragedy is that I deserve better but I always get the worst… always. May God have mercy on me from a reader who flattens my words… and from a critic without conscience… and from a printing press that does not turn… and from a society like an oil lake. I describe myself: I am hated to the marrow… hunted to the last tavern in the world… I am the smile that never misses on others’ lips… I am the one who is chewed and spat out by eyes as fast as a machine gun… I am the one who has to apologize for his appearance every time he sees an Adam’s eye… I am the moon that overlooks a barren field… the only star that sends its sparkle to nowhere… I am the person placed in sub-zero cold; but my heart still beats with life and my mind still glows with radiation… I am the sheep that, if it wants to approach the flock, is pushed back by a stick… I am the lost and the wasting… I am the very loss. Author: Raja Aliash Number of pages: 566 Publications: Jadal