Drought - Ayman Raghb Tahir

Overview: He looked around and saw the sunset stretching with its shadows over the empty fields without any greenery, so he felt a fear inside him but convinced himself that he had arrived after the harvest season and the farmers were preparing to plow the land and ready it for planting, so he swallowed his saliva and walked towards the low houses, passing by the still waterwheel, seeing the empty buckets covered with dirt and the dry grapevine trellis whose branches had broken and scattered by the wind around the waterwheel.. next to it, the clay beehives had been shattered and the dry wax scattered around them, while the scattered date palms had withered, their dull fronds hanging down, and the dead bunches were thrown here and there, and in the distance, the shadoof set on the edge of the barren canal was being swayed by the light breeze, its fiber rope and the bucket lying beside it.