Heather Mousa

One does not stumble upon it around every corner, nor wins it in every lottery. Love is looking for a specific droplet of rain in a storm, with for a precise combination of colors in a garden of flowers. Thus, if you do get lucky, Read the rest of this entry »

In the incident of finding ideas below to be disconnected, and sense an overdose of arrogance, please know that I do not apologize. Neither do I apologize for the Read the rest of this entry »

كم سيكون الوضع محرجاً، ومربكاً، ومطرياً، وغير مهم لو أخبرتك أنني  معجبة بك جداً؟ Read the rest of this entry »