I can't comment there,it's not working but I am here after reading zaharat ,I. wanted to comment so, I'm leaving it here, No one warned me that I’d be crying at 3 a.m. holding onto this book like it was a real girl I just lost. Zahrat, you live on in all of us now.
Only a flower like Zahrat could grow through the rubble. And only a writer like you could make us feel her bloom and her fall.
I read the last chapter, and I just sat there. Silent. Weeping. Thinking. May we never forget her. Never forget them.I could feel the dust, the hunger, the fear. But also the hope. Thank you for giving Zahrat a voice. Thank you for making us feel.