
A Letter From the Edge of the Abyss
Father warned in his first letter, which we received in 1993, that no one should learn of the correspondence he had sent — “or else,” he wrote, “I will fall into a bottomless abyss. I would prefer to die under torture than give the names of those who have delivered this letter.”
Mother, my brother, Ziad, and I were in my room in Cairo, crouched on the floor by the foot of my bed. I cannot remember why we came to be reading it in this odd position. It was as if the letter contained an explosive device we had hoped to render safe.… Seguir leyendo »