earthquake :
The night was spreading its black cloak, and the sky looked like a gigantic female covering her body from head to toe. Mu’ayrid was lying in the complete darkness like a sick cat stretching out its feet in the water and resting its back on the towering mountains, which were like giant sheep headbutting the sky. Nasser stood at The beach, and the wave was combing the strands of sand wet with water and salt, and close to his head was the throat of a seagull that had perhaps lost its way to shelter, and its voice had a hoarseness resembling the voice of an old man sick with a cough.
