Daraish: Al-Awalid Al-Ruwaiyat

Imagine... one of the pages is born with full features and an imaginary story. It grows in size and sometimes defies you, holding firm to its own positions and personal ideas. You watered it with ink, drop by drop, until it became a human in natural form. It rebelled on the line and chose its own words, speaking differently from its original version. It emerged from the pages of your book and formed its own identity; you feel it has become a real person. You want it to return to the story, even if only for a moment, and take a role in the dramatic plot. But it shatters your door on the squares, saying it desires breezes of freedom.