When they talked about a war, I ran everywhere and went down the stairs from the 11th floor. As soon as I went down, I found people attacking her, and I was giving her the worry. Because if I died, she would live a day. When she left me, it was a nightmare. I bathed her, dressed her in white, sprayed her perfume, breastfed her, and fed her biscuits with milk. I didn’t know that I was preparing her for death.

لما حكو حرب هربت فيها بكل مكان وانزل من الطابق ال١١ عالدرج وبس انزل الاقي الناس بتهجم بدهياها وانا اعطيها الهم.عشان انا لو موتت هي تعيش يوم ما راحت مني كان كابوس كنت محمماها وملبساها ابيض ورشتلها ريحتها ورضعتها واكلتها بسكوت بحليب بعرفش اني بحضرها للموت