Friday 27 October
4am It was another hard night. I, my sister and the two cats were not able to sleep. Manara, the abandoned cat we took in, was sleeping peacefully. I don’t think the words “tired” or “exhausted” would describe her state. The word that came to mind is one I heard in an old Arabic song, it could be translated into “crushed by exhaustion”. It is weird how the cat found safety among people who are in dire need of safe haven; she came to us while we are away from our home, the place we belong to.
