There are three ways to die

"I was watching my other leg, which bent without my will. My long fingers were moving towards its sister''s space, as if they were sensing her presence with her tears that would not dry up, like a dog moving its nose to sniff its absent owner: my leg is crying!"In her first collection of short stories, Iman Abu Ghazaleh enters different worlds in which she sometimes tests our senses, and the parts of our body at other times. We feel with her a white hair that suddenly grew on the head of a man who fears that time will pass over him, or a leg that cries for his amputated sister. Through her stories, she smoothly wonders about the nature of a voice and what if its owner leaves it. Or when another loses his sight as a reaction to what his hand did! Throughout the entire collection, you will find the rhythm of death creeping in from time to time, and its knocks repeated.