Short stories that are more like daring confessions, surpassing the usual boundaries of storytelling. They carry an unparalleled boldness as they delve into themes of family, society, life, faith, and the heated boundaries between men and women. Yet, this boldness leaves no trace of guilt. Just when you think you can point fingers, you quickly retreat. It doesn't let you rest as it takes you through the mysterious world of the night, the threshold of permissible and heartbroken love, and the realms of friendships bound by time or escaping it. It surprises you at the crossroads of words and passages. The subjects and approaches are unusual, in a climate where kisses, insults, lovers, and even homelands can be exchanged easily. You might think it's about ordinary parents, but eventually, you realize it’s far more profound, as if a woman encapsulates a continent or vice versa. My mother's arms are sugar cane jungles; her legs are runaway horses, her body sways like a wine bottle in a night forest. I become my mother, intertwining my fingers with a poet abandoned by his mother, becoming his lover. Enchanting stories that remain more beautiful than any writing about them.

• Publishing house: شركة المطبوعات للتوزيع و النشر
• Number of Pages: 232
• Year of publication: 2009