From the Heart of Real Readers

First: I savored the repetition of the word “light,” because I have always said that I breathe light. And when you spoke of the earth and the illusion of borders, I wept at the truth of the meaning. Where are we from this, O God? How harsh are the honest words we are in desperate need of. When I finished, I noticed the sound of warplanes, and I wished I could drown in your book without ever leaving — by God, I wished. Your book is a homeland for the scattered pieces inside me, and God’s messages that shake you and say: I am here… you are here!

I sighed so much, so much, as if I were cleansing my inside from the bitterness I faced, awakening beauty from its slumber, and dusting it off. I sighed like a cup of murky water, my body pouring and pouring into it the water of my origin and my roots. So welcome, love. Welcome, transparency. Hail to you — how beautiful you are! A book that, when you read it, you know for certain you will return to it to discover deeper details… a thick conversation with the self. And the titles are very beautiful — I sat for a long time, deeply absorbed, reading them.

Nasma from Gaza, Palestine