Faris had left Haifa as a young man and was happy to do so. But now, he felt, as if he had abandoned his culture and tradition by leaving and Yasmin�...s public nakedness was a reflection of her rootlessness. The seeds the gardener sows eventually grow, but when planted away from its natural soil, the plant may never grow. The earth is sacred, the soil is spiritual and the land is wise and this gives root to morality. The land remember those who have trod on it in the past and its experiences. Almost instantly she fell into a deep trance-like sleep and the vision started. Mist swirled eerily and inky black waters seemed to echo the sounds of pain and death. Straining to see thru the mists, yet she could not make out where or what was there. She could see herself as if from a distance on her bunk, her brow furrowed in concentration and hears her moans of pain as blinding pain ripped thru her head. The pain was so bad, yet she tried to distance herself from it and concentrate on the. I would take the bear fur coat and boots, the combat knife strapped to my right thigh, my quiver and bow, and the fire-starter secured in a pocket I created inside the coat.On a bright and clear morning, not giving myself any further chance at second-guessing, we left the security of the cave and climbed towards the pass on the eastern side. The snow cover was becoming increasingly sparse in our valley, but as we climbed, the snow cover increased until we were trudging through snow at mid-calf. I had seenEmma applying lipstick before and managed to put some on without lookinglike a clown, and then I placed the wig upon my head and walked out toface my mother.She stopped crying at once and gazed at me. "Emma? Is that you...I saw youburied today...it can't be..."I spoke and of course my voice sounded nothing like hers. "No, it'sEdward, your son...but you can pretend I'm her. I only dressed this way tomake you happy."She smiled and kissed my forehead. I said to her "But I want this to be.