Sandstorm Poem by MOHAMMAD SKATI

IT RARELY HAPPENS IN THE SUN'S EYE LIKE A HUGE THING IN MY LIFE. THE WHOLE GRAINS OF SAND FLY IN EVERY DIRECTION TRAVELLING WITH A LOT OF HEADACHES ESPECIALLY TO NEW DRIVERS LIKE SOME PEOPLE ON THE ROADS. I HAVE TO KEEP THE ROAD IN MY MIND OR I WILL BE BACK HOME. IF I GO BACK HOME, THE KIDS WILL MISS ALL THEIR EXAMS. SO I HAVE NO CHOICE, BUT TO DRIVE SLOWLY TO MY DESTINATION. O MY GOD! I AM LIKE IN A PERMANENT DREAM! TIME GOES SLOWLY AND I AM WAITING FOR THE SUN'S EYE TO COME.