Echo of a buried scream

Kifah Al-Zuhawi It was a sleepless night, shrouded in a thick veil of mystery. The city streets were completely empty, almost silent, like a suppressed scream trying to break free in vain. The lights of the closely packed street lamps were about to melt into the blackness, leaving a pale glow over the sidewalks covered with the sad decorations of winter frost. In the blackness, the stars twinkled like watchful lamps, while the moon rose in the m…