Letters fell from the postman to talk to a market where they are bought and sold? If that was the case, then Al-Dumuki bought the finest and best types. An invalid of his time, he reminded us of our past, and the wounds that almost mourned awakened him to knock on the door of memories stuck between knowledge and oblivion. Feelings of nostalgia and tenderness awoke within us: nostalgia towards a lost homeland or a friend that was like a lost homeland, tenderness for people who have lost tenderness since they came to this petrified world from the stomachs of their mothers; It was like a reassuring palm embracing them. Messages sent by someone who we think has no value, but he is the one who created value for our society. Like the cleaning worker whom we call a "scavenger", but in reality the "scavenger" is the one who throws garbage in the streets, so that the worker who has no difference between him and the one who throws garbage bows except the nobility of morals - I am talking, of course, about the worker, not about the thrower. messages sent by those who have lost the ability to transmit; Their lives have run out and their tongues have been paralyzed, likewise the person whose chest was unjustly pierced by bullets and the words that do not find sufficient time to explode from the secrets of his tongue asking themselves: Did that tongue stifle: Is it true to speak or for the freedom of his innocent heart?