A Poet of the Invisible World
“It had fallen, in a great silent downpour, during the night. So when Nouri awoke and looked out through the little window over the place where he slept, there was neither a footprint nor the tracks of either a cart or a plow to mar the perfect white. Nouri had never seen snow in his life. So he could only think that some djinn had cast a spell over the landscape to make it disappear.
He knew, however, that, djinn or no djinn, he had to climb down the ladder and throw off his caftan and put on h...is warm clothes and head out into the icy air to tend the sheep. There were twelve of them: four rams, six ewes, and a pair of newborn lambs. It was his job to lead them out into the pasture to feed, to remove the twigs and dirt that matted their coats, and to make sure that they did not wander off. And while the snow was likely to complicate these tasks, he knew there was no choice but to carry them out.
Had someone asked him, Nouri would have been unable to say how long he had lived in the dusty barn on the simple farm on the side of the stony mountain.MoreLess
He knew, however, that, djinn or no djinn, he had to climb down the ladder and throw off his caftan and put on h...is warm clothes and head out into the icy air to tend the sheep. There were twelve of them: four rams, six ewes, and a pair of newborn lambs. It was his job to lead them out into the pasture to feed, to remove the twigs and dirt that matted their coats, and to make sure that they did not wander off. And while the snow was likely to complicate these tasks, he knew there was no choice but to carry them out.
Had someone asked him, Nouri would have been unable to say how long he had lived in the dusty barn on the simple farm on the side of the stony mountain.MoreLess
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