Morning starts with Ja telling me if you really want to be a
photographer you have to get up and watch what the sun’s first rays are doing to
the mosque, get up, what are you doing there, lying down, you, spoiled lazy brat, just a few seconds
and this moment is gone; I said, what do you mean, just a few seconds, are you sure you're talking to me? I live here for a long time, don't you realize? I
have taken millions of pictures of that mosque and they all look the same, I’m tired, I’m still sleepy, I have memory loss, and I still have to finish my dream to retrieve my
memory, otherwise, I’ll feel lost and tired the whole day. As soon as I said this, I get
up anyway to take a picture of the Al-Ziddiq Mosque.
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