Letters to Maria

I am not devoid of wild nature. At first glance, we think that wilderness is life itself, because human hands have never touched it. But the truth lies behind the disease. The truth makes things lose their joy. But I have struggled to try to reverse the results and play the dice with fate every time I take a new step or an important decision. Despite the ecstasy of purity, solitude is a homeland for the wilderness.

Mishaal Khaled