In the meantime,
Her name is Nour, which means « light ». She was fleeing the war to try and find a better life. When the people smugglers left with the motor, the ship capsized in deep sea. It was dark, confusion and terror prevailed, another refugee and her child grabbed onto her frail shoulders. Nour couldn’t swim up to breathe. In the morning her body, adrift, will wash up on a beach near Tripoli. Europe is just opposite, twelve pale stars withering in the dawn.
