In the alley I can hear Ahmet screaming at his servants.
The merchant is unhappy because a deal has fallen through
and he must find someone to punish.
Usually, he punishes someone who would sell an arm
to know a fraction of Ahmet’s good fortune in this world.
Above me, the sky grows dark and thunder rolls in the distance.
The dogs in the alley sniff at the wind.
Listen to Najat: These dogs know how it is.
Allah never threatens rain.
He promises it.