Love is the bold affirmation of hope. You don't embrace hope when death and destruction are in command. You don't put on your best dress and tuck a flower in your hair when you are surrounded by ruins and shards. You don't lose your heart at a time when hearts are supposed to remain sealed, especially for those who are not of your religion, not of your language, not of your blood. You don't fall in love in Cyprus in the summer of 1974. Not here, not now. And yet there they were, the two of them.

كيف يمكن أن يكون الناس بهذه الدرجة من السذاجة ويتوقّعون أن الحبّ سيفتح لهم جميع الأبواب؟

Sometimes, for the soul to thrive, the heart needs to be broken, son.