Patchy clouds of fog Appear here and there, A gusty wind of Autumn Scent in the air. Mist settled on the lake Obscuring views of nature, While the morning sun Makes strides to reach the earth Trees shed leaves Of orange and...

It was not like the quiet, reserved prayers we say here; It was all out there in her native Maltese Arabic, like the call from the minaret, a whole culture on show, full of suffering, the baffled incomprehension of a simple...