They claimed that I was created to be nothing more than a vessel for holding semen, as if I were merely a field to be cultivated: my body made of debris and menstrual blood, and my life runs once as a scream, once as a gesture. And why then does the universe write its secrets with the hands of a lover? And why then are prophets born in the bed of a woman?

Publishing house: Dar Al Saqi for Publishing and Distribution
Number of Pages: 136
Year of publication: 2008