Msabqat Alhrwf May 2026

Competition of Letters

arched its neck like a proud horse, carrying the sounds of valleys and secrets: “I am the wind in the palm groves, the call of the traveler at dawn.”

Then and Dad came, heavy with depth, letters only the throat dares to hold: “We are the oases, the dark dates, the summer’s weight on the tongue.” msabqat alhrwf

In the silent courtyard of ink and paper, the letters gathered one moonlit night. stood tall, straight as a lance, proud and solitary, whispering: “I am the beginning, the first breath of all names.”

And so the letters joined hands, formed a word: — to write . And the world began again. Competition of Letters arched its neck like a

And rose like a mountain: “I am the echo, the distant drum, the final word of a forgotten poem.”

smiled softly, a dot beneath its curve: “Without me, no house is built, no door opens. I am the embrace of language.” And rose like a mountain: “I am the

rolled its tongue like thunder: “I am the journey, the rustle of sand, the heart’s first beat.”