I read pulling out books and myself with them.

Every time Balqees stands before a library with its piles of books and rows of publications, she extends her hand at arm’s length to pick one of them, pulling out not mere volumes but herself as well. Sitting to read, she is with her preferred crowd – literary giants, authors and favorite fictional characters. Penetrating through the silence of loneliness, rising from the dark pit of ignorance to the luminating crystals of knowledge, and passing through worlds that may be verdantly lush or black as the dead of night, what she finds is always worthy of the journey.