Life is a novel that we write ourselves, so we choose its characters as life unfolds every day.

And we live it randomly based on feelings or excessive thinking without any balance between them.

We stand daily at a crossroads, between a past that is about to explode if we touch it with the tip of a finger.

And a future that is about to shine from the excess of our dreams and hopes.

A world that we think we rule if we have a prior reading of history, even if it is brief.

And we feel that we are its slaves if our eyes have seen nothing but news bulletins.

And we think that we are free to the extent that foreign and Arab politicians declare before any elections.

But in reality, we are shackled to the extent that policies, discussions, interests and forums can place in a Third World country.