Trees and the assassination of Marzouk - Abdul Rahman Munif

Mansour was hungry, alienated, and tired, and now he is running after a piece of bread. Yes, behind the morsel of news that turned into something like a mirage. As for those who imagined that he had hung their nooses, they are still in their places, looking at the moon while stretching lazily, caressing women's hair with their eyes half closed and they were filled with numbness.

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