I believe..

I believe in the end of this story..
        I know that there will be panic among them about what will happen to this story, every woman and woman I pass by will be surrounded by people and they will make guesses and guesses.  And without a doubt, I see the young man in charge. Everyone is whispering that the ruler will forgive his youth and drive him out of the city. History has a message for me.  I see them pass by the house. I wonder what passion the young man has for them. The young man suddenly woke up at dawn and mocked our women's screams for our heads, who have been driven by the light for years.  The night is getting dark and you can hear the crowds of people walking towards the ruler's house.  I believe in the end of this story, that neither the young man is ready to be hanged, nor the people ready to be hanged, nor is this time the end of this story.. I believe that the end of this story is when I open my eyes and see myself in a world free from imagination...