Candle of the corpse - Maher Al-Sharbin

It has been forty years since I entered the monastery, during which I inhaled the smell of burning corpses, many corpses beyond count. At the beginning of the monastic life, that smell was not comfortable for me, but gradually — and over time — I loved it, and I can no longer stop inhaling it; therefore, if a day passes by without me inhaling the smell of human flesh burning, I feel very anxious, like someone who wants to tear his heart out of his chest. Number of pages: 216 Published by Dar Al-Mahrousa