The whisper replied, “Between your ribs and your silence.”
In the old quarter of a city that had forgotten its own name, there was a small room suspended between two floors — not quite ground, not quite sky. It belonged to a man named Nael, who had stopped counting years and instead counted silences. ly alhamsh- lab alwst wana
And when someone asked him, years later, “Who are you?” He would smile and say, “I am the one who found the whisper and became the middle.” The whisper replied, “Between your ribs and your silence
One night, Nael answered aloud: “Where is the middle?” The whisper replied