It is (Letters of Sorrows) not because it came from sadness but because it ended in sadness, then because it is from a tongue that was a ladder translating from a heart that was a war, then because this love story was springing up like life, moving towards a grave that had no relation or enmity with love. But it left behind three things: a heart that was loyal to her and that I incited against her, and remnants of pain like the illusions of the remains of a prey that point to a history of death, pain and dismemberment. And with these two, it left behind its name, which I preserve in its entirety. The disease may be cured, but its name remains a disease as long as it remains. Mustafa Sadiq Al-Rafi'i