He shrugged. "لا أدري ما أنا الحبيبة . لا يوجد دليل سهل على هذه الأمور.*" He shifted so that he could look at her, touch her face, and kiss her.

"كيف اعتقد في أي إن شاء الله بعد ما حدث لي ؟ التعذيب والقسوة، على كلا الجانبين، لا سبل ومهام الورع الرجال.**"

(* I do not know what I am, beloved. There is no easy guide for these things. **How could I really believe in any god after what has happened to me? Torture and cruelty, on both sides, are not the ways of godly men.)