Here you are, dear bird! I am still awake, watching your arrival and waiting for your call. I should not have slept until I felt your closeness, heard your voice, and answered your prayers. Have I not become accustomed to this for more than twenty years! Here you are, dear bird! How I love your voice to my soul when the night falls, the universe calms down, life sleeps, and souls set out in this dark stillness, safe and not afraid, silent and not listening! Your voice, then, is the most similar thing to be the voice of one of these souls, to remind me of the soul of this sister whose death I witnessed with me on that solemn, terrible night, and in that wide space in which there was no way for the voice to be heard, no matter how loud it was, nor for the one who helped to respond in it to those who called for help. . Taha Hussien