Maze Observatory

We rush heavily through a long, shiny corridor, rolling toward excited white bottles. It is the number 8 bowling ball that suits me and others for the two players, but at the same time, it is one. It runs quickly, either veering off course or hitting the targets. This is the ball/news/topic that our news slipped into as three writers, to reach the story that represents our experience in this adventure. Have we reached what we hope and desire? The answer is only for the reader. We claim that we faced difficulties/questions, each in his own style, aware that many times, we were swimming in a maze with the monster of anxiety. Istabraq Ahmed, writing is an uncertain adventure; luckily, the result relates to a pleasure only rivaled by the pleasure of reading a stimulating work. The idea of "The Biscuit Factory" initially encouraged me to relax. It is amusing that we created an environment for writing, as journalistic news tests the imagination. We had to delve into mazes that tighten and loosen on this or that of the private topics to circle around the globe. Truly, what is beautiful is that we emerged with different visions, each belonging to the pen of its writer and her style. Opening horizons, overcoming obstacles, personal imprint. And finally… here is a joint work in the hands of the reader. Suzan Khawatmi, we used to endure the news through a small observatory overlooking the maze of this world; between war and fever, and many travels of death to death, and among them, many images of love and life. I don’t know how these cascading scenes are divided into a small news item close to death notices? Or how is it enough to focus on the event without sensing its fragments? Or how do we read the news as mere, while in the maze, there are parallel worlds that have passed or might come someday! We endured the news… and in our writings, we free the prophecies.