Trafika Europe 9/10 - UK in Europe

I stared at thenightof the city

wrote a letter teemingwith Arabic words, a somewhat contradictory peculiarity in such a hardline Kurdish nationalist. Somewhere in the letter, he wrote: It is difficult for an old man like myself who has one foot in the grave and is but a breath away from death to toy with another’s life. Yet it is no less difficult to take leave of this finite world with you knowing nothing of me. In the end, I am, rather than a father, an apparition that comes to tell you a truth. I am an old man and my experience has given me a sense that great truths are close to fantasy. People see naught but the surface of this world. They do not apprehend the world as a great truth. They accept the surface of this complex world as the truth and yet man is merely a broken

looking-glass, only one piece of which has fallen in this life upon the Earth. Where and in what world are the other pieces? That is known only to God and to His angels. Mullah Hajar found a roundabout way to introduce Bahman Nasser and the story of his birth. He wrote: Our dear Bahman, I have come this far and now stand between life and death. This moment is impossible and I am very close to bowing out like the humblest of slaves. The world has sapped my energy and sadness all my power. Old age has gnawed at my flesh and bones for years but has not yet taken its last bite. My soul is empty, my body exhausted, my desires gone. There is a secret you must know, a

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