Remembers like a black box - guest Fahad

"From the book of the night" was my father's favorite phrase when he wanted to hurry us to complete any matter. The night fell, how? From where? Did he stumble? Thrown from above? He held on to the edge for a long time, and when no one cared, he got tired or gave up, and let go of his hand? Did he get up immediately, dust off his clothes, look around to make sure no one saw him? Publication year 2021 Author Fahad Dar Publisher Sofia House Number of pages 181