THE TALES OF UNCLE JAWHAR OF LOVE AND LONGING

As the moon began to dip, casting long streaks across the desert sand, we would gather around . Jawhar's} hearth. His tones were as warm as the flicker of the flames, and his sight held a myriad stories. Each tale he spun was a journey into worlds, filled with intense love, profound yearning, and heartbreak. His accounts were woven with the threads