hurricanes in Morocco

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, bu...