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Al-Hajeer: The Paradise of Winds - Samah Al-Issa
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In another place, at another time, her dress seemed like a wing hiding the sky behind it. Graceful as always, so light the air could carry her away, her spring-embroidered dress grew wider. The arms of the wind tossed it about, its edges fluttering, and the air filled with the scent of laurel. An unbearable headache grips him; he dreams of Al-Riyahia and its cool water. He feels his wet head, an uncontrollable shiver taking over his body. He sees the moon swallowed by an immense darkness and deliriously mutters in his clouded voice: "The whale swallowed it... the whale swallowed it..." He tries to grab the hem of her dress but discovers the weakness of his fingertips. In a place unlike his imagination, in a time tied to reality by all connections. Between the borders of the homeland and the borders of refuge. A few steps before the barbed wire, exhaustion overcame him. Age is clearly visible in his features, but the whole story remains hidden behind his closed eyelids.