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There's nothing quite like a reunion, no matter how tough life gets or how

relentless its pursuit and harvest may seem, no matter how long despair may

linger, and we stare into the eyes of pain with the determination to heal.

Despite the persistence of hardships throughout the day, no matter how much

the sunset overwhelms us once again as we try to gaze upon it to forget our

weariness, we realize that a smile from a loved one or hearing a beloved laugh

is a refuge from the tyranny of days. The constant solace remains in the signs

of God and the shoulders of friends. The simplicity of these moments takes me

to the spring that belongs to me, to seasons of greenery that never fade. What

revives my soul from the brink of collapse are the simple things that make me

feel a sense of belonging, whether it's a person, a poem, or listening to those

who describe the depths of the soul in Dostoevsky's literature or the poems of

Mahmoud al-Maghut. It's contemplating raindrops and the appetizing smell of

the earth or writing letters to Kafka and Camus, knowing they'll never reach

them. It's arguing with someone about art, which isn't confined to paintings but

manifests in everything around us, seen in a cloud embracing a mountain, the

greenery of trees, and the awe-inspiring sight of stars in the sky. It's engaging

in conversation about Robert Greene's "The Art of Seduction" with someone.

These people carry souls enriched with life. The sought-after tranquillity

remains foremost, so whoever brings peace stays embedded within you . With

just a moment of warmth and laughter, all our sorrows can be numbed, like

when a lover calls your name. Indeed, there's nothing like a reunion, nothing like

the gaze of one human to another.

Ola salim al-Amri 202111219

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