Ever since I was a child, I have been watching her, and she has been watching me. Whenever I opened my window to breathe in some air, raised my hands higher than my height, and threw my head back, I felt something catch my head! Was it hands? No. Or perhaps a pillow? Not at all. It was something that tickled the senses. So much so that when I gathered myself and wanted to close the window, it seemed I heard a voice whisper in my ear: "Don't close the window." I was in a dilemma: should I respond to my body demanding I close the window for warmth? Or to the stars that never stop whispering in my ear? I wondered silently, afraid she might hear my thoughts: What does she care if I close the window, open it, or leave it ajar! And I am but a body that feeds on the earth, whose voice is heard only by the pillow my head sleeps on.

• Category: Stories/Novels
• Year of Publication: 2024
• Edition: First
• Number of Pages: 108
• Language: Arabic