A love story in the middle of a war; Escape the war to find life, freedom, and love.
agreeing to exile and living away from the homeland and living among foreign peoples; Saeed Khatibi, an Algerian writer, tells the story of the loss of heart, and t ...
A love story in the middle of a war; Escape the war to find life, freedom, and love.
agreeing to exile and living away from the homeland and living among foreign peoples; Saeed Khatibi, an Algerian writer, tells the story of the loss of heart, and the love of people from different lands in another land, and he is the narrator of the love of immigrants and exiles.
I went out and walked alongside Miliatska. Miliatska seemed to me like a mother bending over her baby's thin body and caressing him with tenderness and love. I thought I was fed by its water and not by my mother's breast. This river was not tired of our betrayals and it did not dry up. Sometimes it got angry with us, it went as cold as coffee and soon calmed down. It warmly welcomed the passers-by on its bridges and shook hands with them. He protected us. This river was me.
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