Publisher's Synopsis
Balqees.. A little girl with a great dream. She wanted to be something fasinating in her life after the break up of her family due to a sevre accedent that caused her mental shock. She had no family and so, she was living with the another family in which, she gained a love for books and poetry. one day, she had met a man whom she fall in love with him to discover later that she is going to meet him again in another city with a very Strange coincidence. What is going to happen? What she is going to tell him? Who is that man? It is very difficult to understand the mentality and viewpoint of Balqees at the time when she is with her close friend and soul-mate, Ikram. Balqees was lost in books and she was highly educated girl who was keep attending confrences and meetings. She was living in the middle of nowhere. She was living in the world of limbo. At the sight of that man, her mind, heart and soul was refreshed. Her heart started beating again and her feelings were taking her far away, very far away to the extent that she felt as if she was in a dream. When a girl is living in her own world and her own reality, it is usually difficult to regain the reality of others and that what was happening to her. She wanted to talk to that man but there was something very deep in the heart of her that kept her away from him. Something that took her very away from him and prevented her even from talking to him. She pretended that she is stubborn but the truth is that what she had done was nothing more than a way to escape. Escape from what nobody knows because it it in the very centre of human heart. Love is something very complicated and Balqees was in herself verty complicated character because she kept reading books and that made her close to others and open to herself. She understands herself very well but it was not easy for her to understands others or even to confess.. to confess what?! That is the secret and essence of this great novel. .Balqees, the secret story. How great is the rain and how much pain within its nostalgia. The cold of nostalgia can never be wormed up by the warmth of coats. It is the great of love and passion of longing that I feel at the beginning of winter and at the end of last drop of rain. As if I feel jealous of sky when it embraces rain, and as if I feel jealous of the rain when it touches the ground and fill it with love and affection. What a great endless, and endless love. How can I hide those shaking pulses in the heart of mine when I see you? how shall I hide that burning fire inside me when your soft hands touch my hands? How shall I hide that tempts that is swelling between me and my body that has become yours even without taking my opinion? It is mine no more since I have seen you it has no more been mine. Since you have catch my hands with your hands and set my heart on fire, you have captivated that heart.
