Barrier for Leken

In war, identities are lost. You may acquire a new identity by decision, or an identity may be imposed on you because of a mere mistake.
She may be a veiled woman burdened by the authority of a patriarchal husband, strict religious control, and intolerant parents, and she may become a rebel or a terrorist simply because of a mistake by the officer at the Daraa checkpoint regarding a bag.
You might like the role and embody it for a moment, as happened with Saba. It frees you from your harsh repression, but it throws you into the jaws of the dragon.
He may be a heroic, liberated, and free man like Shatha, and he will collapse in the face of torture and murder after you have been blackmailed regarding your honor and family.
It matters, and whoever you are benefits, for your choices will be taken from you here, and you will be equal to everyone else. Here is the end point of all choices and identities. Here is the ultimate axiom for drawing a new beginning, freeing you once again from being and from wanting to be. Here is the bitter truth without embellishment. Or because it is the beginning of all ends. In war, identities are lost. You may acquire a new identity by choice, or an identity may be imposed upon you because of a simple mistake.

You may be a veiled woman oppressed under the authority of a paternalistic husband, an extremist religious association, and intolerant family members, and then be labeled a rebel or terrorist simply because of a suspicious bag at the checkpoint.

You might find solace in the role and embody it for a moment, as happened with Saba. This liberates you from your harsh oppression, but throws you into the jaws of the dragon. Or you might be a rebellious, liberated, free-spirited hero like Shatha, only to crumble at the sight of the torture and murder machine after your honor and family have been blackmailed. Regardless of who you are, whatever your circumstances, you will be stripped of your choices here, and you will be equal to everyone else at that point. This is the end of all choices and identities. This is the harsh and inevitable end of a beginning that has always deprived you of being yourself and wanting what you want. This is the stark truth, unvarnished. Or perhaps it is the beginning of all ends.