“Laroussa, who has learned to love day after day, is torn between her lover on one side and her father on the other, after revenge is kindled between them, she eventually has to choose to be with her lover, stand up against her father, or become her father's daughter and forget who she is. Writing about love and war, troubled feelings, are those we think we love the real love of our life, or are we just a big trick in our feelings?”