When love raises its banners of surrender - Hind Sheikh Ali

And the fall of our story began when your big heart got tired of me. I gathered my scattered feelings in his rooms and packed them in my bags. I left the heaviest dignity to wear on my unknown journey, in the hope that it would warm my soul from the cold of falling. My bags, it was wet with my tears, I had spread it on the ropes of hope since my innocence, so the ropes were cut from their weight and it did not dry, and despite my knowledge of the harshness of the road, I decided to travel because of my belief that I would find the dress that my dreams had woven for me.