Man asks and God replies but we don’t understand his replies because they dwell in the depths of our souls and remain there until we die.

Our backyard looked like a marketplace. Valuable objects, precious rugs, silver candlesticks, Bibles and other ritual objects were strewn over the dusty grounds- pitiful relics that seemed never to have had a home. All this...

We must take sides. Neutrality helps the oppressor, never the victim. Silent encourages the tormentor, never the tormented.

The stars were only sparks of the fire which devoured us. Should that fire die out one day, there would be nothing left in the sky but dead stars, dead eyes.

This day I ceased to plead. I was no longer capable of lamentation. On the contrary, I felt very strong. I was the accuser, God the accused.