Not everyone can raise their eyes to the sun. Or face it with the same intensity of love.

The best way to express gratitude is to recognize the sorrows of other people.

Now you know the pain of losing someone beloved. So, can you imagine the fate of a woman who lost three of the most loved men in her life? he asked as we were parting.

I didn't realize then that women like her walked on roads of embers. Their life was an endless wait for the husband kidnapped by the police, the missing brother, the son who had been imprisoned. Women who could not sleep because of the fire in their chest. Ali's mother was one of those women, battered by fate.