The inheritance - the guest's generosity part three / Yahya Safwat

Alone, away from the lights, amidst tall, hidden trees and desolate nature, the guest's land crouched. Strange, silent, unaffected by the state of the world that had turned upside down around her. The sad village spends its night as its day inside an iron siege imposed upon it months ago, since Ihab al-Damati slipped into the land of the weavers after his father. Then he disappeared into its space, which does not exceed half an acre, and got lost among its ribs. But this siege will not last forever, for there is a fixed deadline to find Ihab and get rid of the nightmare that came out of the guest's land… or to get rid of the village itself. As for her, all she saw and learned at the hands of this one who does not grow old, all that life taught her and what her blood carried of determination and patience, is for this night. For what will happen in these ruins, of which only regret remains, and in which only sighs are heard. And for the first time in her life, Tuhida al-Qattan feels fear. So who among us is without weakness?