A phone rings that my father can''t hear

"I realized that it is not possible to set a ceiling on expectations or predict fate, and that good memories alone may not be enough to make us loved by someone!"***"It is as if happiness and misery in her life were born like two horses in a race, one of them barely outpacing the other until it overcomes him and defeats him."***"How does pain start? And when can we deal with it?"For me, it may have started with me since I was born. As for the date of the confrontation, it was at the age of flowers, the age of my true visions that I should never have seen!The truth about a phone ringing that my father cannot hear..On that particular night it was neither too cold nor too hot. It was a good night! All I was aware of that night was my feeling of trembling creeping into my short, little fingers, fingers whose appearance I had never appreciated as they extended to a phone that did not have the feature of showing its users'' numbers, a phone that blocked the view of the truth from its owners! But I will know that for the first and last time he will decide to change his eternal plan - just - in order to show it to me alone!"In 9 short stories, the writer Salwan Al-Bari kidnaps us into the world of women, examining their wounds and pain with a sensitive feeling. "They" is the dominant pronoun in the group, referring to their different age stages. A child... a girl... and a woman, as if she was smoothly indicating the extension of wounds over a lifetime, not caring much about the place, only pointing to it from afar in a hidden message that place does not differentiate where the pain is the same!