When I hear Fairuz singing, I imagine that she’s calling you, so I call you with her. And when I hear Oum Kalthoum singing, I imagine her crying you, so I cry you with her. As if some voices, sir, are telling our story.
If you repeat something over and over again it loses its meaning; You watch the sunset too often it just becomes 6 pm, you make the same mistake over and over you stop calling it a mistake. If you just wake up wake up wake up wake up wake up wake up one day you’ll forget why