1 The hunter Ibrahim was young. Seven days ago, he had reached the end of his eighteenth year. The land where his fathers dwelled was far away – on the banks of the river Tigris. When he was still a…
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The wailing of Salhia
I Every winter the wind sweeps down from the north and storms and dashes against the slopes of Mount Tabor, which stands completely exposed on all sides. It races wildly along, uprooting the thorns and thistles at the foot of…