Qur-eest-mus?
Was it infidels or djinns who had filled the desert land of great and shiny souks with such non-Islamic images?
Among the many answers Battuta heard, most were unpronounceable. This one: Caliph-phurn-iya. Did the Caliph, indeed, make his home there? And all spoke of the Khol-ii-whud, the land’s most legendary, important city. Vapors told of the fabled Baie-whatch, of virgins scampering, of beaches of gold.
In the souk, puzzled, strange music fills his ears. “Oh come!” The language. “May us!” So strange. “Adore! him!” A choir. Ungodly voices. “Qur-eest-mus?” The word turned in his head. This tree? Alive?
Among the many answers Battuta heard, most were unpronounceable. This one: Caliph-phurn-iya. Did the Caliph, indeed, make his home there? And all spoke of the Khol-ii-whud, the land’s most legendary, important city. Vapors told of the fabled Baie-whatch, of virgins scampering, of beaches of gold.
In the souk, puzzled, strange music fills his ears. “Oh come!” The language. “May us!” So strange. “Adore! him!” A choir. Ungodly voices. “Qur-eest-mus?” The word turned in his head. This tree? Alive?
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Did you know my birthday is on Christmas?
Oh so funny. I'm loving it!
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