The novel of the crying wind - Nauman Shaalan

The story of a generation awakening from the slumber of time to join the procession of civilization.. and here it rises and stumbles.. suffering defeat to embrace victory. At six in the morning, we crowded into the car's compartment, the children in the back seat like withered sheep, weak, with faded features. The driver said: Where to? I said: I don't know! Just go ahead and only! Do not stop as long as you are able! Water the vessel at every stream you meet, lead the hidden thirst within it and us, nourish the journey.. We went to a valley with no crops, no river, no sands, look for a place that is not in places! For a time that is not in time! Follow the steps of the sun at dusk! Track the light of the stars at noon! Keep walking until the orbit ends in a void with no fog or clouds, continue the journey until the features of the road melt in our eyes, follow your steps until borders collide with borders, and the orbit closes with the orbit, go on hoping that a refuge opens for us beyond refuge.