I read every word of these haunting stories with my heart. Always you elevate these tragedies with a healing reframing: Ola’s momentary distraction from her grief to dedicate her lover to Allah, because his heart was so tender and good, and the gift of the shade of a tree becoming a shroud … This is such a gift. I am so sorry for the destruction of this precious cafe, this place of respite and relative normality. They take everything away from you, these Israelis, but you will always have your words.