The Noise of Silence and the Masquerade of Life

Nidaa Al Watan: One night, I was wandering through the city streets, my thoughts tossing me from one side to the other. I asked myself about the meaning of existence and the secrets smiling faces hide behind their masks. Suddenly, I caught sight of a masquerade party, from which soft music was drifting, as if whispering an unsettling mystery. Curiosity seized me: Should I go in…
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