Sublime

tribulation,

Bolbol, later, regretted not having stood up to his father. He should have reminded his father how difficult it would be to carry out his instructions given the current situation. There were mass graves everywhere filled with casualties who’d never even been identified. No ‘aza lasted more than a few hours now, even for the rich: death was no longe

Child to child Eye to eye We grew as one, Sharing souls. Wing by wing, Leaf by leaf You left this world, You died before the child.

longhaired men and women we always saw hanging

“One could not count the moons that shimmer on her roofs, Or the thousand splendid suns that hide behind her walls.”

“Death ends a life, not a relationship.”

assiduously

Allais-je leur manquer ? À ma jumelle, sans doute. À ma mère, peut-être. Pas à Yezza. Pas à mon père. Nous ne nous connaissions presque pas, mon père et moi… Ma famille, c’étaient les copains ; ma maison, la rue ; mon club privé, la mosquée. Ma mère verserait quelques larmes les premiers jours, mon père dirait aux voisins et à tous ceux qui daigner