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Loud is the voice of the muezzin It is Morocco Darkness has not yet completely lowered its curtain, as if it were a half-dark curtain, inside of which there is darkness and outside of it is light. I remembered a small palm tree that was standing near my father’s grave. I saw it from afar, like a gray ghost extending its arms in the hesitating darkness. I walked with anxious, frightened steps, feeling my way cautiously, trying to realize if there was a grave beneath me so that I would not step on it. I remembered my mother running after me when I was young. Trying to cross the graves, but there is no light now, and I am now feeling my steps more and more, trying to reach the palm tree before it disappears into the overwhelming darkness. I move slowly. This is dirt about a foot above the ground I step back a little I change my path, perhaps it is a grave I walk This is dirt about a foot higher as well, but my entire foot has stepped on it I continue against my will. I raise my head I look at the palm tree It is close now, about twenty paces I will arrive. It is now not a ghost rising in the hesitating darkness, but rather a painting by a painter with a dark mood!
Books Author: Shihab Hassan
Number Of Pages: 224
Language: Arabic
Publisher: Austin Macauley Publishers
Books Category: Literature & Fiction
Book Format: Paperback
Other Feature 1: Trim Size: 6.125×9.25
Books_ISBN: 9789948844464
Publication Date: Wednesday, June 30, 2021