“The time has come for me to fall into the arms of death—for therein lies my deliverance.
I’ll face the reaper who once came for me, but I fled.
He refused to take my soul then, and now I shall cross into the beyond myself.
Perhaps someone will finally show me mercy and fire that bullet of release that life kept denying me.
Let them set my tortured soul free, for I lacked the courage to do so myself when my family died.
Maybe then I’ll succeed in crossing the river of death,
Board one of its boats with the least pain possible,
And be carried by the ferryman to eternity.”

_ Salma El Ghazawy