“A friendless soul is like a desert dust, parched and forlorn such that every time a breeze passes by, it mounts to its whispers but falls back again to another mound of its empty self.” — Anna Farina Khan Copy Share Image
“A friendless soul is like a desert dust, parched and forlorn such that every time a breeze passes by, it mounts to its whispers… — Anna Farina Khan Copy Share Image
