There are no miracles these days. Manna will not fall from the sky. Bombs, yes, enough to pierce our hearts, but manna, no.

And now she began muttering to herself. "God , who created you, must have known what He did. Enough is enough.

Let peace be. Let life be.

...as if in rebellion, certain emotions become amplified at the exact moments when you are expected not to feel them at all.

You'll marry your studies? Marry your books? You already have one degree but you want another. You'll marry your degrees?