يمامة في قفص زجاجي للكاتبة رحاب عمر

Nights of Fear / Abu Bakr Abbas / collection of short stories:It was a rainy night, and the sky was dark, with no stars or moon, and the thunder was pounding like a wounded lion, roaring with strength and anger, and the cold was bitter, and the raindrops were large and powerful, as if the sky was angry, raining pebbles on the ground, and the people remained in their place, and life froze under the impact of the cold and complete darkness, but there is someone who is disturbed. Inside him there is a raging fire that burns his heart, and nothing can extinguish this fire except blood  I looked out the window at the rain and thought of our land, which was taken by my father’s uncles after they had falsified arguments and swore falsely and taken twenty acres that belonged to my grandfather Abdul Jalil, and we had 6 acres left for me and my uncle... My father and grandfather were gone, and the dignity and money were gone: I swear to God, I will take my money and hold them accountable. Time has burdened us while they trampled on another. They didn't have the axes and found the big knife that I had made a year ago and swore to cut off the hand that killed my father and bury it under the threshold of our manger so that every guest who entered his house would step on the hand that struck him.