Moses' Sticks by Hassan Mohamed Awadallah... He stood up and straightened his body, putting his hands around his waist. His heart pounded violently, his audible breathing a symphony of suspicion, and he looked around like someone in a frenzy. He screamed at the calamity that had befallen him, and then looked with miserable eyes at the body falling in surrender at his feet, the body of a twenty-year-old girl drowned in her blood, killed in cold blood. She screamed until her screams reached the heavens, but to no avail, without anyone saving her. Her wavy brown hair was stained with blood, and some clots were scattered all over her plump body. He began to pull her by her hands, his chest rising and falling in a rapid, irregular manner. He flinched and fell to his knees until he reached that area isolated from the residents of the resort in which he lived