God bless the mountain

Oh, how impatient!

You say it and you don't have patience until fatigue breaks you down and you return

The dog's offspring laughed at him and left him alone to the wings in the Mafariq mill and flew away!

After the pointed tip of his stick settled, gnawing at their eyes and noses and what he saw from their openings, trying to discover what was inside them with boldness and audacity, his small hand let go of the stick and dragged it over the tips of his fingers, holding his breath until he passed the entrance to the mill. His courage did not give him the ability to bend down and pick up the cursed stick that was stuck in the mouth of one of the skulls scattered on the dirt. He barely jumped like a bitten person far, far away to cover the entire distance from the Mafariq mill to the sea street in one breath, resisting the desire to take a quick look back to make sure whether there was something chasing him or not.
This is what Ali told his sister, Salehin, as she bathed him and rubbed his thighs with a palm loofah and potash soap, as her mother had instructed her, before the press house knelt on her like a camel... and she died.