Lak Wahdak | Rasha Zidan

“As for Nour, he would sit in front of her in the hall, looking at her with admiration, not moving his eyes from her, and not being distracted by any of the rituals held. He saw her for the first time in her green robe, radiant and happy, her little body swaying softly and calmly with the songs, and as she swayed his heart swayed with her left and right, until she swayed once and her white silk shawl embroidered with gleaming silver thread fell off. A soul didn't feel the shawl fall, it was in perfect harmony with the music and songs, clapping its own rhythm alone as if it were in another world. Noor approached her and picked up her white shawl from the ground...