The buzzing of the fly over the window pane

So many years have passed since I wrote any of the content of this book in its three compositions: the novella Oceans of Deserts, the one act play The Buzzing of the Fly Over the Window Pane, and the third one act play The Womb. Life impacted me in such a way back then that has mirrored itself in the content of my writings within these folds.

Truthfully, I have had some urges to edit some parts of the novella and one-act plays, but remaining faithful to my fervent beliefs of those days, my written lines have remained intact, in their initial interactions between me and the world around me, between me and the world within me, the interactions that molded the earlier Suha whose remnants still reverberate.

My dear reader, in the illusions and the realities of the world that has woven me, I try to find my Self and to make some Sense...