#62

Concept of blasphemous au narrator I made today :3

As the man fulfilled his duty of registering yet another carriage misfortune, his palms lit up before his incredulous eyes. The quill of his right hand pierced into his flesh, drawing blood out of it; the fibers of parchment tied themselves to his left hand and made it grow bigger. This curse of the miracle ignited envy in every author of the man's town, but his narrow and dull brain could do nothing out of this transformation. Thus his fate will be to write for others, until his bones will give in.

ونافذة تنقلنا إلى تلك الأصوات

ورغم هذا البعد وتلك المسافات

ورغم الظروف ولقاء الحروف والكلمات

وحياتنا لا تخلو من الأمل والأمنيات

And a window that takes us to those voices.

Despite this distance and these distances.

Despite the circumstances and the meeting of letters and words.