Forgive the wisdom, the reward, and the noblest goal... The journey was tiresome for the mind, the soul, and the body... Unfortunately...

We met on a ship, our admiration for each other bound us together. We faced strange things, circumstances separated us, but that's okay because the affection remained, and so did the specter... The specter that reminds us of the cool longing on the chest that refreshes the warm, passionate heart...

And the days turned, completing their physical rotation on one of us waiting until we met again. When we did meet, the moments returned, the cool, attractive longing returned.. It returned through cybernetic communication, digital communication fluctuating between the expanses of publishing in the green horizons and the flow of water and the beauty of production, and between the distance from the disturbance, the turmoil of waves, and the agitation; which harmed the four temperaments and shattered the concepts of taking precautions and easy avoidance... But the most amazing communication was in exploring the magic of words, the intended meanings, and the sharp opinions that expressed feelings of alienation, brevity, and breakdown despite the clarity of hearts, purity of intentions, and generosity of emotion towards loved ones, friends, and strangers. To tell the truth, the words of her wonderful, attractive ship have always, and still do, plow through the gateways of my writing sea... Words from her distinctive, synonymous, interconnected ship, which, by its command and for several compelling reasons, made it anchor and move only from some spaces.. Very limited spaces according to answers to questions... So, I asked her to return, actually, I pleaded for her return... The return of the ship of words to its correct course among the literatures. She said beautifully and sweetly: "I asked you... Don't open the door for a bird sleeping in its cage; its constant sight of a tree branch, swaying in front of it summer and winter, has exhausted it, and it has no recourse but silence and adaptation... Leave it in what it thought was safety or as circumstances forced it to be, its confinement is safe and it doesn't know about what.. Leave it, there's only a little left, it no longer has the ability to fly after its wings were shattered... Leave it in its estrangement for homelands are no longer homelands".

I said: The insistence increased, not only for presence, not for flattery but for logic, and not for more excuses to stop, nor for the sad pasts that exhaust the mind, soul, and body, nor for dilemmas... Come back and unleash the creativity of the eloquent, articulate, and verbose words.

She replied, asking and inquiring with motives and logical, philosophical, primary understandings of the existent and the results...

She said: "Can we return after old age has visited us and its lines have etched on our eyes the sadness of the years? Can we have a comeback after our mouths were gagged and the medicine of speech was denied to us? Can we go back to complete the drawing of roots of a book that was our dream? Can we wake our ideas from their sleep to flutter happily at being woken up to return to translate what our souls are calling for? How can we return when barriers and walls have grown? How can we return and to whom and what is left of that time but an old letter worn out by the years and has forgotten how it was sweet to talk in a present crowded with speech?"

I say: You are the medicine of speech, and you are the mother of the ideas. Would a mother withhold medicine from her daughters? The daughters deserve to dance and flutter happily as compensation for what the mother has suffered from marginalization and encirclement with barriers and walls they thought were gigantic enough to block out the light.. It is impossible for letters to age while you possess a sort of elixir of life, which is the beauty of your soul and the beauty of your lofty articulation that harmonizes with life... Please come back, O fragrant agarwood of the homeland, and the homelands remain as they are, homelands under which we take shelter and cannot dispense with or uproot them from the roots because our roots are in them and our soul is in them as long as the times are times...

She pondered to herself or her companion, saying in emotional pulses: "Oh, the calling voice, both near and far.. Be patient in repeating the call to my ears.. I am all ears for the good tidings coming.. Then I resumed listening to confirm whether the good is intended for me, or if it is just winds blowing and then passing by...

When I delved into its letters, I was certain that I was the one meant by the harmonious whistling sound that only came intending to speak to a bird speaking from its cage; apologizing for soaring in the sky of disappointment, and preferring to watch what is coming and yet to come from its hideout, wary of anyone trying to deceive it.. It was cautious, and the caution did not come out of nowhere.. It is a peace from a nerve war that almost repeatedly got its death...

You extended your hands for rising, about what rise are you talking?! And who, in his situation, needs a support on which his feelings can lean; who needs someone to stop his tears, and his choked emotion that bleeds his sluggish soul.. What good does the saving hand do when the condition is to be lamented for?!!! Ends with no beginnings; accumulating ends..

And wisdom spoke sympathetically about it.. Leave it alone for you see it as a bird hesitant to seek home, because it is a stranger in its homeland.. Leave it alone for what it has suffered from injustice are fairy tales, no pen can write them and no notebook can hold them.. A city of sadness, if it was distributed over a city, would make it weep, and there remains a thin thread of hope that makes it patient.. not to tire of its patience.. So what befell it, befell it "...

I said to her: Try and keep up the enthusiasm of your followers along with the burning envy of your haters and those jealous of you, not for gloating or arrogance but for the challenge that you are known for and distinguishes you from others.. Come back so that they know that you are in your creative field and you did not budge except by your own will...

She said: "I will try and although attempts are not easy, to try means to gamble with what remains of your breath.. To try means to go against the current and everything you encounter slaps you hard, deliberately trying to drown you, I know this current and I don't know any other companions, it deliberately harms me to tame me, to settle me down in the hall with the similar ones, and my pride refuses to surrender, for the bottom does not suit me, and similarity does not tempt me, for my passion is difficult; even if I waged life's wars, my victory with my dignity revives me a thousand years, and births in my heart a thousand patience and challenge.. And we are for it, God willing "...

I said: The covenant is with you, a distinguished, wise, strong, patient, and other things...

And from her words:

Excuse our distance of knowledge and excuse the space that suits us...

If only our communication was from years ago, the flowers would have been watered and bloomed...

We were gathered by the same ship, so forgive the wisdom, the reward, and the noblest goal.. The journey was exhausting for the mind, for the soul, for the body.. Unfortunately.. but the coming is better, God willing, let us hold onto hope...

(Those events were a dialogue woven of beauty and clinging to hopes.. Its location is Athens. Greece).