A man who was donkey by nasar

"In the evening I, a young child, would stand at the big front door of our courtyard and peer into the distance. I would see Hussani coming down from the Black Mountains with the slow-moving goats, a bedraggled soldier leading retreating troops. In the darkening evening, the bells tied around the necks of the goats gave a melancholic sound. In contrast to the sweet sounds of the bells, Hussani's voice resembled the tragic music of an old film." Beautifully told.