الشارع راح لطفه وطيبته وسماحته، وشجره الذي كان يعرفنا ونعرفه، ويحتوينا بظلاله كلما اقتربنا وترمقنا من علٍ شواشيه، ويطالع كل هلَّة صبح معنا كأنها أول نور له ولنا في الحياة..

The street has lost its gentleness, its kindness, its tolerance—and its trees, which knew us as we knew them, sheltered us in their shade whenever we came near, watched us from above, and greeted every dawn with us as if it were the first light of life for them and for us.

أخال نادية.. ولحظات زمن عشناها من قبل، أعيشها مرة ثانية..

I imagine Nadia—and moments of a time we lived before, I live once more.

دنيا تشد البصر كما لو أنها تستحق الإعجاب، وفوضاها تبدو وكأنها محكومة بقانون..

A world that pulls the eye as though it deserved admiration, its chaos seeming to be governed by a law.