I look in the mirror and see this withered skin shrinking, so I turn to God, beseeching Him: I ask You, O Lord, to spare me a heart that withers like this. Then I feel the chill of the hearts around me, so I neither feel pain nor sadness, and I remain awaiting my eternal rest with a calm mind and a dignified bearing. However, time, which refuses me anything but sorrow, has wanted to steal away, but it does not steal everything, and to leave behind, but it does not leave behind everything, and it continues to shake this frail structure in the evening with the most intense trembling and disturbance of noon. So I had not finished these verses when the name I chose for this collection occurred to me, which is "Hurricanes of the West," even though there is no mention of hurricanes in the verses. Abbas Mahmoud Al-Akkad