She had reached the age of a thousand and some years, and she still knits me woolen sweaters with a silver needle and fingers like dew. God in His highness asks her to pray so that He may rest... She whispers the prayer to him and invites him to eat bread and olives on a straw mat in our house's room. He eats, gives thanks, and sleeps to the sound of my mother, lulled by comfort... My mother held God in her hands, took off His shoes, washed His body and hair with soap, and laid Him on my bed, saying: Don't be upset, Ikmil, I put God in your bed... because, my son, you were not at home.

• Publishing House: Dar Al Saqi for Publishing & Distribution
• ISBN: 9781855164277
• Number of Pages: 184
• Year of Publication: 2005
• Cover Type: Paperback