I am at yasmin’s house, she is writing her CV in Frensh and I am helping, she’s looking for a job, 4 months now since she got married, I miss her at the house, each room and each corner holds our memories, I can’t forget!! I can’t enjoy anything at the house any more.

She’s on the phone, her friend from Nablus called, I’m watching her, she’s a beautiful doll, I just love her endlessly, sometimes I feel she’s my daughter, the daughter I want to have and I will never have, maybe god gave her to me because I will never have this daughter.

I enjoy watching her moving around in her pretty house, doing the house work slowly, sitting on the dining table- tired. She gives me life, motive to survive and carry on.

Ian once told me it’s good for me that she will leave and marry Bashar, otherwise I won’t proceed in my life and leave the house.