Magdoline - Mostafa Lutfi Al-Manfaluti

And the moon had emerged from behind his clouds at that hour and lit up the whole cemetery, so it seemed to him that the graves had all been opened, and that the dead had taken out their heads from them and were looking at him with blazing eyes, so what remained of his righteousness flew from his head, left the ax in its place, and ran at a gallop vehemently as he imagined that the dead were touching him and running after him, until he reached the house shouting: It was not enough for me to kill her until I mutilated her.