Cemetery Keeper, By: Hassan Mohamed Awad Allah

The lighting was dim, while an incomprehensible smile appeared on his face, always looking ahead, and the sounds of the blaring music gave the scene another flavour. He paid no attention to the sound of lightning coming from outside, and the storm that was dominating that night. He no longer felt anything, and despite the intense cold, there were tiny drops of sweat on his forehead, with the incomprehensible smile that appeared on his face and suggested to those who saw him that he had gone mad. Whether I was the killer or the killed, nothing differed. Everyone will die in the end, and so I decided to see them die before they see me die.