Everything went on in the white village of Qabab, except on that autumn day when a flock of yellow little birds appeared, flying for a moment in the village sky and then disappearing behind the mirage. Tamar thought: The crows filled the village and stole cornfields, and the bats slept in the roofs. This is the first time that a beautiful bird is seen in the sky. And his mother told her. I accidentally told him his mother, it was a coincidence.
