ج ايليا: يموت الإنسان روحًا عندما يفقد الإحساس والمعنى،
حين يعيش بلا أمل، بلا حلم، وبلا شعور…
جسدٌ يتحرك وروحٌ غائبة.

تذوق عطرها شيئ من الخيال

Touching her hands, I began to feel that she was my own miniature world.

ما عدتُ أرى الرياحَ كيفما تأتي،
إنّي غارقٌ…
لا رياحَ، ولا سفن.

Sometimes thinking can be deadly

I dont chase attentionI build value I stay away from fake relationships ignore meaningless noise and focus on becoming a better version of myself every day My journey is driven by discipline ambition and purpose not by the opinions of others

Nothing protects a fool, not even a butterfly you'll die in the most satisfying ways

My love for horses runs in my blood