He had never experienced a kiss before.. unfamiliar with its taste.. couldn't bear it.. didn't anticipate it.. a different side of life.. a new world.. far from the realm of the dead he came from.. he was confused, pulling back his lips.. stepped back two steps.. a wild tear escaped his eye.. he tried to hide it.. left her standing and sat down.. she didn't understand what happened.. she will never comprehend.. it's deprivation, repression, and hatred.. while she embodies giving, freedom, and love.. he came from people who fight love more fiercely than extremism.. they despise the color of roses, adore the color of blood.. how can I grasp love? Do you now know why I shed a tear? I need a woman less civilized.. for you surpass my primitiveness.. surpass my backwardness.. I will burden you with my complexes until you detest love.. detest life.. I am not ready for love.. I will never be ready for love.. I won't lie to you even though I excel in deceit.. but now I confess my ignorance of love.. my refusal of it.. there will be no space for love in my heart filled with hatred for the world. So run away now.. escape.

Author: Turki Al-Awad Year of publication: 2015 Number of folders: 1