The Void of the Night Sky by Abdullah Abu Aladass
I still vividly remember the timeless summer night of August in Aqaba, laying down on the sunbeds, observing the infinite abyss of space above us and the flickering of distant stars, witnessing the full glory of the Perseid shower. With full stomachs and empty minds, the three of us pondered our destiny and wondered what the future held.The sound of the distant cricket echoed against the nearby buildings and palm trees as it faded into the background, replaced by the intensity of pounding waves crashing under the glimmer of the full moon. The mist of the sea and the rustling of the bushes drifted us away from our stresses and worries, as I slowly dozed off and the late night rolled by. The radiance of the moon strolling across the midnight sky and the speeding asteroids that vanished instantaneously in my peripheral vision demanded my attention, but as my consciousness took a break, I started closing my eyes. In my somnolent state, I looked up at the man on the moon as he looked down, a wide smile imprinted on his face.
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