Sunlight on a Broken Column - pg. 26

Jumman in anger seemed a stranger. His dark face, with its thick moustache in contrast to his cropped head, was made gentle by large dark eyes that held no challenge. He wore a thick silver bangle on each wide wrist, and a gold ring in one ear. His loin-cloth, white and spotless, was drawn high above his bony knees, because he stood long hours in the tank washing clothes, beating them against the titled, corrugated board with a steady strong rhythm of breath and movement.