One day, scholars and researchers will work to count the numbers of victims and martyrs who fell in the war, regardless of the results, numbers and statistics, and who will be the victor? The cost of wars is not in these numbers of deaths and money spent. Perhaps researchers will neglect to mention those who left their homeland and their dreams, and when they return to it, they will not find the homes and their inhabitants. They erased the geography of the place. They did not realize that history was made by the hands of people who lived and died on this area cut off from the maps, after they had stolen hours or minutes of time that does not stop before being separated. When they leave, they carry with them an entire life. No matter how far the distance is, it remains... The lost hope that the absent person will return............................................... The first novel by Hadeel Huwaidi She does not reveal a secret when she writes about two butterflies whose cocoon was formed by war and diaspora.. She opens a door to the story from within, for the story is not ours. We are merely viewers of the silent "mime" signals issued by a white hand in the darkness of the stage. Rather, it is as if each butterfly is telling about itself to itself. Perhaps she will find in the torments of transformation a value for the pain and a meaning for the changing faces
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