By Order of Sorrow

About this book

A human being leaning on his pain with his hand, a cane; he became two pieces on the ground, living alone with all his burden on him. His joy was a sunna and his sorrow became an obligation. Four walls in the darkness were his shelter; he lived a lifetime silent, truly against narration. If all people felt one day a bit of warmth, his heart was only trembling from the cold.