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Murad swims until he feels the sand against his feet. He lies on the beach, the water licking his shoes. He rests there for a while, then pushes himself to his knees.
Murad is looking at the Spanish coastline, the waves are inky black, except for hints of foam here and there, glistening white under the moon, like tombstones in a dark cemetery and he is thinking about what he will do when he goes to Spain about the house he will get there, and the job. He is also thinking about how 30 people will fit in the boat because that boat is meant to fit 8 people.
Everyone is waiting for Rahal on the shore.
Murad has known the sea all his life. Once he was ten years old, he went mussel picking with his father at the beach in Al Hoceima. As they were working away, Murad saw a dark, beautiful bed of mussels hanging from their beards inside a hollow rock. He lowered himself in and was busy pulling sat them when a wave filled the grotto and flushed him out. His father grabbed Murad, still holding the bucket, out of the water. Later Murad's father would tell his friends this story.
Look dad!

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لا توجد تنزيلات ولا بطاقة ائتمان ولا حاجة إلى تسجيل الدخول للمحاولة!