In the trilogy of virgins, there are cries against oppression and hunger, and the cries of slaves against the chains and the darkness of the dungeons, where the slave says to his master:
My fair lord. My lord.
A loaf of bread smaller than comfort size will not satisfy a child. How can he satisfy someone who works from the morning of the rooster until the sun goes down? The existing huts are merely forms that do not protect from the heat of summer or the cold of snow.
The poet Ali Al-Sharqawi employs many symbolic images that can represent a projection of reality, and leaves the reader or viewer the freedom to think about time and place.
But there is a case and there are cries of crowds searching for themselves and their lives, and trying to find salvation from the doom that besieges them.