Brunilda Zllami, the delicate lady of books BY MIRANDA HAXHIA
Ah, how little my people know how to pamper me! BY MIRANDA HAXHIA
Critique BY MIRANDA HAXHIA Page 15
THE HIDDEN TEARS OF EJËLL ÇOBA BY MIRANDA HAXHIA On the way back, in front of us I saw my brother with Marija, the girl from the center. The two were walking without speaking. One was rubbing his head with his left hand, and the other was doing the same with her right hand. The g