Pataisymai

He pushed the door of the old man’s residence and obeyed without resistance, and he entered and returned it behind him.

He found himself in the unroofed monsters, and the palm shoved empty as if it were stretching in space to the watchful stars, and he said to himself, what a good place to disappear!

And the old man’s room is open at night as it is during the day and soaked in darkness as if it were waiting for his wife, so he went to it quietly.

He heard the voice mumbling and did not distinguish anything from his mumbling except Allah.

And he kept fainting as if he didn’t first feel like he wanted to get in.

He retreated in a left corner next to his books, landed on the mat with his suit, rubber boots and pistol, then stretched out his legs and leaned to his arms, throwing his head back in severe eyes.

Head like a beehive Where is the fidant You want to regain hearing gunshots, prophetic voices, and be happy that you have not heard a single cry for Sanaa, and it is better to say peace be upon the old man, but the tonics of your voice are helpless, a sudden helplessness like drowning.

And you thought you would die sleeping as soon as your skin touched the ground!

The skins of those who fear their Lord shiver from it.

Then their skin and their heart soften to the remembrance of Allah, when will this strange man sleep?

But the strange man sang a kind of loud for the first time.

I have ingratefulness unless it is from my witnesses.