By: Ahmed El Sheikh
“In the silence of the night, I turn off the radio and drown in a sea of memories. The coffee I pour into my cup is nothing more than an attempt to fill the void left by nostalgia… I remembered my friend saying that memories only feel nostalgic when they are lost in the hustle and bustle of life.
I wonder, is there room in my heart for all this pain? Is there no farewell worthy of praise? Or are we forced to live with these memories forever?”
