Nasser is a man tormented. He does not belong to the land he calls home and his mind is a fog of lingering memories- oval eyes ringed by kohl, long hair that smells of oud, and scarlet lips smirking in the dark. He blunders through life, the burden of loss heavy on his shoulders, until he meets someone who makes him yearn to be whole again. Jumana. The girl with a perpetual smile on her lips and whose voice is the perfect note in the monk's choir.