Comments about Rana Amer
The lights are out, the curtains are down and the play is over.
The play is over and I'm there, frozen in my place hoping that
is not the end.staring, .hoping and wishing but nothing changes.
It is the inevitable end that would never ever change.
Though nothing changes ironically enough I'm still refusing to take
that as a end.I'm there full of that feeling that tells me that there is
something missing and that the play won't end here.