There was a famous Arabic poet named Tagharâni, who said: "Life would be so difficult without a little bit of hope".
I have always dreamed like a young child… And like all of those who only dream of love, freedom and peace, I woke up one day to find myself trembling, in a time where no dream is allowed and where the fog, the darkness and the fears prevail. Then life began, day by day, to become like an old dress, that we love but it doesn’t fit our bodies anymore… But nevertheless, Ninawa remained, a continuation of a dream that I wish it will never end… A reconciliation with the self and a desperate defense by our remaining hope, for our children and for the humanity, and a light thread pushing us through the dark tunnel; hand by hand, we will minimize the fear on the road to the sun by the word, to confirm what may change a conviction, vision or admiration and to let know that what brings unity to humanity is much more than what divides it: Love, hope, life, mothers' eyes, the smell of earth after the rain, the rain, the sky, the quest for the truth, the philosophy of the soul, about the meaning and the rope of salvation.. For not wasting our time, we looked at Ninawa in a swing between two times; a time that has passed, and another that may not come… for that, despite the purity of the Spirit, we know that the logic is actually different and needs a lot of patience and even more intellect, along with a helmet protecting us from those struggling souls, undeterred, over a pierced boat in sloppy waters.
In addition to my conviction in inexhaustible hope that is the pillar for a wished reality where the reading and the book are a priority and a humanitarian raising the importance of anything that is civilized, civic, ethical, proper and moral; to craft a lifeboat, carrying only love and peace..