Only death roams freely , in tranquility , not afraid of the executioner or the victim , caring neither about the hanging , nor the cable , nor the tire , unconcerned about the interrogators or the “ traitors ” , not even about Mohammed , who chokes the remaining life out of us . We return to our cell .
لا يعنيه المحققون ، ولا " مُخرِّبو " الوطن ، ولا حتى محمد الذي يخنق ما تبقى من حياة .