A Longing for the Good Land
By: Mahmoud al-Rimawi
08/2011

Removing the kufiyya and iqal from his grey head, Abu al-'Abd tossed them onto the dirty blanket beside him. He heaved a deep sigh, for the heat was unbearable and he did not dare to strip the Agency uniform off his thin body. The tent had no door, and there were girls and women across the way. Undoing the laces of his heavy boots, he flung them into a  corner; then, stretching out his legs in extreme exhaustion, he lay on an old coat, carelessly folded under his head, resting it on the palm of his dry, chapped hand. Of necessity, he tried to rest from the weariness of the ten hours he'd spent in construction work on the neighboring mountain.

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