Love's eye:
I live in the ghost of waiting for a long time, and I do not know to what extent it extends. I do not know if I experienced that deep and sincere love in an illusion or a dream, which that person showered upon me since my innocent childhood until he left me and left without any unjustified reason, and I felt at that time the despair that is followed by deprivation forever. Despite all of this, there was an echo of the voice of hope that lay deep within me, ringing in my ears, that my absent person would return, even after a while...
Written by: Sarah Al-Zarouni.
The four of us lived in a rather narrow room, with a roof that served as a filter in the winter for the rainwater received by the carefully distributed bowls and utensils. It was rented to us by an obese widow in her forties. She was a cold woman with a sharp tongue, but she did not increase the price of our rent, fortunately for us. ..
Then the fire came and consumed everything.
The objects... the rooms... the building... and even the fat Mrs. Afaf, who has a foul-mouthed tongue!
We were looking at the scene with sad faces. The firefighters, with their old equipment and their late arrival, were unable to save anything, and no one moved to help the miserable widow due to the ferocity of the fire that occurred through her negligence, as we learned later.
We gathered in the café at a small circular table to think about a solution to the problem we found ourselves in.
- “We leave...”
Siwar said it after a deafening silence, then Kahf nodded his head in support and said with a smile:
- There is no escape, there is no other solution.
While (Herbak) remained silent as usual, so I did the same. I trusted their opinion and considered him to be the decisive factor. He did not trust his personal judgments much when we were together, so his opinion was my opinion..
