Lefty Mugarab Part Three where memories remain a subtle constraint on a spirit that was once free. Yet, such a bond comforts as it tightens and resolves as it grows. It propels the lost, granting everything missing.

It was exactly like a heartbeat, rising and falling, rising and falling. Thus, I say I love this section with all my heart. My words strengthened me during my weakness. I directly and personally experienced most of the characters' feelings in this section. I had to use my mind in the darkest moments of my life, document the information, test the saltiness of their tears and the struggle.

I felt alienated due to the differences in my thoughts, felt emptiness. I would write some words, laughing secretly: Where can you invent judgments and sentences, Layan? But that's what stories are, worn-out judgments and even more worn-out nonsense! Not kidding! That's how I thought - negatively - for long nights and days while writing some chapters. But sometimes I would complete: (And what's the harm? Perhaps these judgments might drive someone who believes to trust life and its joyful face, and this way I would have helped someone I don't know, and these words push another person forward.)

But recently, these words spat in my face and ran away, the joyful face of life? In my desperate moments, I believed in my words, and the words that were once lies became more truthful and helped me step forward, step by step, like a toddler.