Lover between Bulaq and Dubai

The coachman looked at him with a disgruntled look, while he was still struggling.
As the wheels of the cart lifted slightly on their way to being freed from their stumbling block.

Many eyes and faces of the neighborhood's residents gathered behind the mashrabiyas of the windows overlooking it, following the shouting and braying of the donkey that was about to escape from its suffering.
Among these questioning eyes, Susan's eyes appeared.
I stood on a low couch under one of the mashrabiyas of the old house that leads the entrance to the neighborhood with its three floors.
Silent and smiling as usual, her eyes on the street, Jihad the coachman and the donkey,
The other is waiting for the tricycle that is carrying her father from his government job, sitting in the cylindrical annex, half-recumbent.
Next to the driver who occupies the other half with his back straight.