At the end of the patience, there is the sky - Djaïli Amadou Amal

But that day there was a pen, I took it and started writing. After a while, a certain calm came over me, I felt better. Maybe that was a survival instinct.

What an old person sees while sitting, a child, even if he gets up, will not see!

I am now sure of myself and my place. I will never let anyone take it. I remain serene. No matter what wife comes, I will fight. No matter what weapons she uses, I will still win the battle.