AS THE boat steamed up the Belfast Lough, a sea inlet, the little cluster of passengers standing on deck caught sight of green hills bathed in early morning light.
إِنَّهُ يَوْمٌ جَمِيلٌ مِنْ أَيَّامِ شَهْرِ أَيَّارَ (‏ مَايُو )‏ عَامَ ١٩١٠ .‏