A lover between Bulaq and Dubai2

Susan stood on the balcony of the house overlooking the neighborhood and the distant creek... Her heart was pounding violently. Night had drawn its curtains over the houses, immersing her in silence and tranquility except for a few open windows lit by dim lanterns... She didn't know what had stirred her depths that evening, making her unable to sleep... She felt an intense sorrow and anxiety whose source she didn't know... She looked at the sky, whose few stars were scattered in the depths of this night, and the same feeling she used to have in Egypt when she would seclude herself in her room by the Nile and listen to what resembled the music of the sky and the passing of a celestial ghost that spoke to her, which she could hardly make out. Her feeling had never been wrong when something happened to her, or when she sensed the omens of something looming on the horizon. However, this time she didn't know what the sky had in store for her. It was no longer the same sky in Egypt, and there was no Nile to echo the stray ghost.