Ruby Jad And The Temptation of Ash-hawan

Ghaith Sheikh Oghli

In a small alley on the outskirts of Quttabiyah, where the walls of the buildings rose high compared to the rest of its neighborhoods, just before sunrise, a small boy appeared. He was slight of build, wearing new, clean clothes. The boy looked around cautiously, left and right, then gazed at the sky as if confirming whether the sun had risen or not. Then he grabbed the window frame he was peering out from with both hands and began swinging back and forth, an irrepressible smile on his face.