“Peace. That's what salaam means. Peace unto you."The words brought forth an echo from Ender's memory. His mother's voice reading to him softly, when he was very young....The kiss, the word, the peace were with him still. I am only what I remember, and Alai is my friend in a memory so intense that they can't tear him out. Like Valentine, the strongest memory of all.”

Orson Scott Card

Orson Scott Card - “Peace. That's what salaam means...” 1

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