The solitude I have long felt, the perpetual companionship for me, and the primary refuge for my sometimes disturbed thoughts. Often, I saw crowded places as empty despite the hustle and bustle and appointments. Despite numerous encounters, I never truly met anyone. Between me and everyone else there's a massive barrier, as huge as a hideous monster, shabby in appearance. It's as if I'm there at the farthest part of the world, even though I'm here with a clearly defined existence. All the clarity is manifested in my speech, despite my deadly silence.

My dear beauty, would you accept a meeting with a fantasy I built just for you? Do you accept me despite my flaws and the pallor of my face? If you accept, know that you will have an appointment with me without ever seeing me. I exist only in your imagination, as you have always been in mine. You are darkness and light at the same time. I remember the darkness when I remember you rejecting me. Rejection, for someone like me, is the pinnacle of misery.

My overwhelming emotions have always revolved around you. You are hard to get, but you are in my plans and distant thinking, even though I know you're not in my world. Anyway, I will operate on the law of attraction and I believe I will succeed in it. I will start and maybe I'll succeed. I believe I will succeed.

My first steps are yoga exercises, deep breathing with an exhale that releases all my negative energies, then meditation and imagination in its deepest forms. Surely, I will succeed...

Here is the isolated ambition "Bassam". He only has the silent smile, like his silence, or more precisely, his congenital deafness and muteness, for which he is not responsible. It has been with him since his birth, he is one of the "ambitious". Those heroes wrapped in fun, but if you look inside them, you find profound misery.

His beloved returned after years of exile with her family. He never dared to express his feelings towards her, for if she knew of his circumstances, she might reject him. He will not be a burden to her, that's what he thinks, especially after seeing her in the store holding the hand of a little girl who looks a lot like her. It seems that she got married abroad, but she is too young to have a daughter the age of her beautiful girl who is following her. She's delicate and beautiful just like her.

Anyway, Bassam's heart broke forever. How will he keep loving a girl who got married and had a child? She will never look at him...

The little girl turns to his beloved: "Miss".

Bassam speaks to himself in astonishment: How?! How can a little girl call her mother "Miss"? She must have mistaken the expression!!

And the bigger surprise is when she began sign language conversation with the store owner who didn't understand anything from her silent speech that seems to be fascinating talk for "Bassam".

The little girl to the store owner: "My sister wants to know the account of purchases, Uncle...".

"Bassam" with great joy: "The child says my sister!!!"

She too is one of the ambitious! That amazing coincidence that only comes for someone who may have spent years without fortune always on his side. Your Lord's mercy encompasses everything. You're lucky, "Bassam"! She too looks at him with admiration, wishes if he would notice her as she whispers to herself smiling: "Come on, accept... don't hesitate... I know you very well".

He approached her with a radiant smile and wrote on a white paper that the store owner gave him:

"I think the harshness of the days  and the passing years, like a memory tape that was never tender, were not as harsh as your absence... Will you marry me?"

She nodded in acceptance, and wrote:

"I've known you for a long time and waited for you a long time... Yes, I agree."