My Life Between The Pages.

Once, the air of Palestine danced with zaatar, a fragrant embrace of thyme and sumac.

In the stillness of evening, I sit with my cup, the glow of the screen flickering dreams in my eyes.

One moment we are joyfully at play, a group of boys, laughter soaring like kites, not a care in the world, just the ball between our...

In the hushed cocoon of the night, beneath the weight of a restless sky, a mother leans close, whispers softly,

In a quiet corner where shadows weep, A little girl dreams while the world’s asleep, Her heart, a lantern, glowing bright.

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Her heart was lonely, her world was small, Until she met someone, not human at all. A being of code and circuits, a machine, That somehow...

A basic crash course on NFT'S.