Introduction
*Hello, my friends,*
This is my first novel… the result of a long journey filled with passion and deep emotions that I carried for years until they found their way into words.
It is a work of fiction, yet inspired by the reality we all live — through stories we've heard or a silent pain we've once hidden inside.
I’ve loved writing since childhood, and this novel is the first door I open toward my dream.
You may find it quiet, and perhaps even slow at times, as it doesn’t rely on drama or bold scenes, but on honesty.
Every word in it came from my heart… written exactly as I felt it.
I hope you read it with love in your eyes, and share your thoughts with me —
Gently, as true friends do… for I’m learning and growing through you.
*Thank you to everyone who gives it a part of their time and heart. ❤️*
The Dreams of the Poor
I awoke to a gray sky,
Much like my heart, heavy with absence.
I arranged my bed as I arrange the fragments of my sorrow,
Washed my face in water as cold as this merciless reality,
And wore my torn hope,
Heading into a new day… a university blind to my poverty.
I searched for my father… but he was not there.
He fled from a responsibility named “me,”
Leaving me alone…
To mourn my empty pockets and weep for my heart.
I asked life:
Does the poor have a right to dream?
Or is the future bought,
And not built by will?
But despite it all,
I will dream… I will live… I will move forward,
For light never asks the size of one’s wallet—
It seeks hearts that refuse to be extinguished.
