Cat Sharia

People leave the monastery to the factory then they return from the factory to the monastery. They confess in the dim candlelight, clean and remorseful, within the limits of modesty and the ability to face oneself. Then in the night, their sighs and sounds of their sins are heard, through the long windows close to the ground, amidst the hum of engines, the noise of gears, and the shouts of the masters. The murmurs and unfulfilled pleasure sighs and the stolen agreements for a night that might come true sneak in, sneak in and reach everyone's ears as if it were the only sound in all this noise. In the houses, they eat and sleep troubled, each with his two fists, one to block a brick to ensure his hereafter and the other to guarantee his servitude. Yet they do not think of the horror of the rooms and the morning ghosts that make the air a thick dream that cannot be traversed.