Infected with the color of clay

It was not expected for Bouzid Harzallah to feel all this loss and orphanhood, and it was not unlikely at the same time that he would put a final end to the assumptions of a collapsing reality and death with connotations and no real pain. He will then be forced to dig into what is left of him and of him, and the question has overtaken him, and he will have been asked; He drags him back to his "clay" and his first source, and gives him another opportunity to pose a worthy question instead of hopeless answers. So he seeks help from those close to me and those with privileges who have the right to keep him alive and wait for him not to arrive. He will remain in a solution and solutions, and without a convincing destination. It has become his final "destination."