With half a memory and ruined images, I turn over the past, repeating names that have no sound. Anxiety echoes back. The streets revolve, and the houses in my mind revolve, empty except for fear. I leave behind the years of experience, the tears and laughter, the farewells and encounters, and I run. Survival is a lost horizon, hope a device for the needy. I fall into regret. For the meaning of life, I go back to the drawing board, one foot tracing the steps, the other resisting missteps. In faces, a dictionary of fortitude, a thesaurus of longing. In conversation, stories amputated by a stray explosive. And in me a strange heart, an eye unable to contain its tears, a footstep hobbled by not knowing what now. I carried all that came before and all that I’ve become. About my history I schooled others and was schooled. I was changed by this endurance, by hard necessity. Words grew in helpless silence. The ordeal shaped me. The body was besieged by a house unknown to it, by roads that do not lead to it. But hope leaks between our conversations. We chew it, chew its promises. For a long time, we believe it and we don’t let go.
Nesse texto, de uma autora de origem palestina, a voz lírica enfatiza a
A. superação física de sequelas de guerra.
B. fragilidade dos laços afetivos no refúgio.
C. importância da educação formal na crise.
D. resiliência perante o trauma e a incerteza.
E. necessidade de esquecimento do passado.