"You are a scholar of the truth, so don't be stubborn." Sahar clutches her head, trying to banish the voices that intrude on her work as the world around her swirls around her, and the voice grows louder and louder in her ears, saying: "Death is like life; both are true. For every term there is a book... and for every promise there is an appointment. So hurry, so that I may hurry to you."