“That courtyard was not only of the house; it was of my childhood, of my roots, and of my awakening.” This reflection shares three profound moments that revealed the essence of truly living. The first moment arises in a childhood courtyard, looking at the sky, where innocence and silent questions awaken. The second comes through the mother’s face, which becomes more than personal, it becomes a mirror of identity and an era’s story. The third moment unfolds at the birth of a daughter, when alongside her entry into the world, the writer experiences the birth of silence and innocence within. Through this, death is seen not as an end but…