هل للكلمات أن تُلغي ضخامة الحياة والموت لتُقرَّبهما، الواحد من نقيضِه إلى هذه الدرجة؟

“أنتِ, يا عزيزتي .. لستِ زهرة;فالزهرة شيء يزهر يوماُ ويذبل في اليوم التالي.أنتِ النب…”

“Do you know, Mother, that Haj Salem was buried alive in his home? Does he tell …”

“They had bombed and burned,killed and maimed,plundered and looted.Now they had …”

“I know she is crying. Her tears fall on the wrong side, into the bottomless wel…”