Rage wrapped itself around her like a tourniquet, keeping her alive even as it condemned a part of her to atrophy.

Sarat smiled at the thought. "You couldn't just let us kill ourselves in peace, could you?""Come now," said Yousef. "Everyone fights an American war.

Everyone fights an American war.

I am back home by a riverbank and I am happy and I still lover her. My secret is that I still love her. This isn't a story about war. It's about ruin.

What was safety, anyway, but the sound of a bomb falling on someone else's home?

Even a cruel favor is still a favor

This isn't a story about war. It's about ruin.

What is the first anesthetic?Wealth.And if I take your wealth?Necessities.And if I demolish your home, burn your fields?Acknowledgement.And if I make it taboo to sympathize with your plight?Family.And if I kill your family?God.And God......Hasn't said a word in two thousand years. (136)