It is me, Anwer Ghanim; a farmer from the south where the
strangeness had drowned in the gulf. My voice is a watery tale and my yearning
is an absent moment. Someday I had crossed into that sorcerous riverbank with a
boat of silence. I had looked at the face of the field when it chanted its
song. At that time, I had met the
travelers’ souls which gave me their treasure. They gifted my ribs
unforgettable beats and hid in my pocket their eternal secrets.
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