You are not rivals. You are rhythm, meaning, and light. The competition is not to conquer — but to complete.”*
Then and Dad came, heavy with depth, letters only the throat dares to hold: “We are the oases, the dark dates, the summer’s weight on the tongue.” msabqat alhrwf
And so the letters joined hands, formed a word: — to write . And the world began again. You are not rivals