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Dust of Memory - Mary Rasho
JOD
Get it by 5 Aug | Order in 5 Hours 18 Minutes
Forgive me, Mother, for it was not the dream that awoke. My body, with all its demands, rises from its slumber, shaking off the dust of a long sleep. And for the first time ever, it follows the scent of a man who shook it violently, who made it seem that life would stop in his absence. The night was magnificent, with angelic voices reminiscent of Fairuz, and images the eye could not keep up with. Oh God! Stop for a moment, stop time, tell the night to last, the sidewalks to extend, push the morning away. Let us stay here, let my hand embrace the arm that has taken over my being, let the man who awakened the dream shake my trunk, I, the barren tree, perhaps I will bear fruit.