No one can hear the river anymore. What should you expect from this land of hell? A
donkey screams or is that a man? Who knows who’s getting whipped. Here, the drunks and
junkies join the Muslims for Friday prayer. Here, a pimp joyfully converses with a monk at an
ahwa; their friendship has never waned. As they drink their coffee they attempt to forget the
bitterness of the past they all share. This, what you might call sacrilege, helps them remember
the revolution. The time when Muslims, Christians, and the Irreligious; Drunks, Murderers, and
Deviants; The Kindhearted, Trustworthy, and Genuine. All considered themselves a whole. In
this land of what could have been heaven, they finally shared a reason for oneness: their desire
for freedom.
Once more the Nile cries:
Repeating cold from lost young.
She needs us for warmth.
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