A Valid Camel, Paperback Book, By: Saud Alsanousi

The sun cooks our heads, there is no water in my skin, and sweat does not quench thirst. Neither I nor the child have but patience on the lashes of the sun, the milk of an udder crowding us with it in dialogue, and a prophecy that a cloud gave me that will not return. Will Kuwait be a cloud that heralds what will not come? Or is it a mirage that is never contained? Or is it a star that guides us to all paths except a path that leads to it?