By (author) NOUR SALEM
TO THE AROMA OF A SCENTED CANDLE AND WITH MY CHAMOMILE TEA IN HAND. I REMINISCE ON MY JOURNEY THUS FAR. IT HAS BEEN MAGICAL. HOWEVER. MAGIC EXISTS IN BOOKS. SO I FLIP THROUGH THE PAGES OF MY LIFE. ALLOWING MYSELF TO SPILL MY ESSENCE TO YOU THROUGH THE INK OF WORDS AS I AM WRITING THIS. Let’s start from the beginning…"
TO THE AROMA OF A SCENTED CANDLE AND WITH MY CHAMOMILE TEA IN HAND. I REMINISCE ON MY JOURNEY THUS FAR. IT HAS BEEN MAGICAL. HOWEVER. MAGIC EXISTS IN BOOKS. SO I FLIP THROUGH THE PAGES OF MY LIFE. ALLOWING MYSELF TO SPILL MY ESSENCE TO YOU THROUGH THE INK OF WORDS AS I AM WRITING THIS. Let’s start from the beginning…"
