How can a race spread out across multiple countries be considered a threat?

Then teach me. I want the girl I marry to like me, to be happy with me.' Lale's mother sat down, and he took a seat across from her. 'You must first learn to listen to her. Even if you are tired, never be too tired to listen to what she has to say. Learn what she likes, and more importantly what she doesn't like. When you can, give her little treats - flowers, chocolates - women like these things.

Deeply and instinctively, Cilka still often reaches for prayers. Her religion is tied to her childhood, her family, traditions and comfort. To another time. It is part of who she is.

I'd thought you'd given up on me.

It's time to live now, Cilka," he says. "Without fear, and with the miracle of love." "Is that a poem?" she asks him, smiling through her tears. "It is the beginning of one.

But she -- she will live. She doesn't know why she has always been sure of that, why she feels she can persist -- keep picking up this needle even though it's as heavy as a brick, keep sewing, keep doing what she has to do -- but she can.

Everyone affected by war, captivity or aggression reacts differently, and away from it people might try to guess how they would act, or react, in the circumstances, but they do not really know.

Did I tell you about Cilka?" "No, Lale, you didn't. Who was Cilka?" "She was the bravest person I ever met. Not the bravest girl, the bravest person.

His eyes seem to see nothing. He is a man whose soul has died and whose body is waiting to catch up with it.