Khawla House - Buthaina Al Essa

Was that the first time Bakar appeared fragile, small, and on the verge of crying? Does she tell the truth this time? The truth that she loved him "in her strange spy-like way" and not as he needs? But what use are those endless lists of treacherous facts? The fact that he was the first experimental rat in her empty motherhood laboratory, and that her wound becomes invisible in front of his wound, and that her "human condition" collapses under the conditions of her motherhood, and that she "knows what she can and cannot do," and that she cannot blow up everything she has worked to build: every white hair on her head, every curl under her eye, every extreme idea, every strange metaphor, and every ruin in her heart, for him. And the fact that love is conditional, conditional, and that they lied about this matter, and that the world is unfair, and that misunderstanding is inevitable—and apparently: very eternal. And she did not know where her role as a mother ends and where her condition as a woman begins. And what can she do with the savage contradiction between the two, in her desire to reclaim him under her wing like a wet chick, and in her never forgiving him for being "the son of his twisted place in his twisted time"? Number of pages: 112