152 Days

That was the first time I saw Fadime. It was as if I had seen the sun, the stars, the moon for the first time. A bird flew into my heart and kept struggling to get out. The more it struggled, the more I couldn’t stay still.
Then I didn’t go, I couldn’t go at all. I didn’t want to leave a place where she was. Besides, in my opinion, those who are fortunate in this world are those who die not where they were born or where they were satisfied, but where their loved ones are.
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My dear Kari, I told you before; I am building a world for myself. I know that what I have built won’t be possible in the world we live in. That’s why I hide this world among books. There are people I love, people I am happy with. I don’t let the bad ones in, my doors are closed to them. In fact, I am even building walls now so they don’t enter.
Those doors are only open to you.