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The Two Strangers - Safa'a Al-Qaraleh
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Existence, mother, has always puzzled me. It's a mystery. Who are we? What are we? And what comes after all of this? What is a human? And how can we understand them? But now, it seems simple: we are a collection of memories, nothing more, nothing less. I don't think death is frightening, mother, as much as the fear of a person losing themselves, their small details. To wake up in the morning and not recognize their own reflection in the mirror. To tremble with fear while asking who they are.