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He cowered in the corner of the room with a tremor similar to the trembling of dervishes in ecstasy. Disgust covered his whole body. He wanted to prick his hands all over his body like a rasp, to pluck his skin, to make it bleed. It was better to die now with bleeding wounds. Even if his hands were untied, he should have plucked his hair in tufts and thrown it away. Zulayha, began to pull her hair and scratch her face. Her mother, who wanted to stop this, grabbed her by the armpits and pulled her to her feet. "Mom!" was all she could say. He collapsed face down on the floor like mush. Darkness filled the room. He began to hear indistinguishable sounds. These sounds resembled the sound of the Tigris rushing. The Ala dog was barking the Ala dog that Majnun once saw with the eye of compassion (Ala: a Turkish word meaning "mottled" or "piebald", referring to the dog's distinctively patterned coat). And the other voices who did they belong to, and what kind of creatures made them? Pain-unbearable pain-surrounded him.
