The book entitled "Water shape" is a combination of tales that has manifested their
path to reality. It narrates stories of daily struggles in a metaphorical manner, the tales vary
in subjects yet resemble in context, while characters distinct themselves, they familiarize in
terms of savviness, and the human instinct of survival.
As chapters evolve, characters confine within the pages their deepest secrets, they
share with us "readers" the complexity of human nature, that varies over the interval of utter
goodness to arrant wickedness, being the author of this book I dare say that frail humanity is
far too complex to be explicitly analyzed, making psychology one of the vastest fields of
research ever found, and that darkness resides within our anatomy in different ratios as true.
We may attempt to overflow it with light, yet denying its existence is nothing short of absolute
ignorance.
In this book, I do not attempt to judge human nature, nor explain it, since I firmly
believe that my two decades spent on this planet do not qualify me to do so, nor a million
more would, therefore, I simply attempted to puzzle the pieces of my mind to extract what is
at present a bunch of inked papers you find laying in your hands.
Finally, as I proceed with the utmost caution, this book is the juice of a young lady's
uneasy mind, a young lady who was raised to believe that sky is limit, therefore, do pardon
my vanity, that might appear striking more often than not.