What Monji Abu Al-Oyoun sees

I looked at what I had turned into and discovered that I no longer had room for the sink of longing or the sweetness of meeting. I no longer have room for the ecstasy of a hug or a touch that would blossom in the soul with colors of beauty like the one you gave me nearly ten years ago. As usual in my early life, I am waiting for a miracle to bring me what I wish for. Like counting the days, waiting for time to turn around as it began. Yes.. I am trying to find something that resembles my evening in my present, wishing for a point like an accident in which time repeats itself, so that I may be able to repeat the moment when I backed off from making that call and telling you everything more simply: You are more than what and who I wanted. My last wish is for years in which we get to know ourselves in a new way. Our experiences and our vision of the world accumulate, so we abstain, and the most sincere wishes come from the depth of absolute asceticism, and you came in a heart of asceticism in which you abstained from everything and everyone, from happiness, sadness, joy, enthusiasm, ecstasy, love, hate, hatred, and anger, in my first and second life.