hunting Western fares to practice the language. This led, many years later, to a civil engineering degree in Sacramento, California. you share this story of Maha?” Sami says anxiously. wife “Will “My will complain.” He is serving us a goodbye breakfast. We sit on a rug in the famed Nasseem House, a museum. I walk north today into the Levant: at least 700 miles along desert trails into the land of Nabataea. were just a little boy,” I say. was a long time ago.” “You “It Sami reminds me, relative.” He smiles. It is a that “Time,” “is says: We float in a river of time, yet time pools also within us. That each of us inhabits an Old Town. It is the smile of one who knows.
hunting Western fares to practice the language. This led, many years later, to a civil engineering degree in Sacramento, California. “Will you share this story of Maha?” Sami says anxiously. “My wife will complain.” He is serving us a goodbye breakfast. We sit on a rug in the famed Nasseem House, a museum. I walk north today into the Levant: at least 700 miles along desert trails into the land of Nabataea. “You were just a little boy,” I say. “It was a long time ago.” “Time,” Sami reminds me, “is relative.” He smiles. It is a that says: We float in a river of time, yet time pools also within us. That each of us inhabits an Old Town. It is the smile of one who knows.
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