Nawazif

Between your hands( Nawazfi) and the source of my pulse and the whisper of my heart. The years scattered it and the coincidence collected it,,, I collected it without selecting it. It tells the details of what came before. And after... And it will stay for us! He started scribbling me on the pages of newspapers. And I never imagined that the blame would be an inheritance! It started from "you" fluctuating in your fleeting love until you took over its market. I ended up believing that transit experiences are ultimately refined. This book contains the years of my life and the stages of my life and my heart that is burdened with crowded beats Every beat follows her sister to record history!! Fawzia Bint Nasser Al-Naim