We Are Not Worthy

With the eagerness to laugh, it peeks out from the window. By the decree of hatred, a dagger pierces out from every corner. There is no chance of flight left due to the barrage of stones. If a flock of pigeons flies out of the sky, wherever you turn in the world, it is a guest’s farewell! Instead of a host, the wall bursts out of the door. (Taken from the publisher’s text)