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The Veil: A Flaming Hot Charcoal
Written and illustrated
By
Soumy Ana
By Soumy Ana
First published in Jumuah Magazine 1996
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Night about to fall.
The sky was glowing dimly, in the afternoon of 1994.
The paved road looked like a ramp to the moon. The white planet
rose within the sky at the end of the horizon with a blaze. That road
seemed to be glaring in the sky at the bottom of the horizon; it was
engulfed to its brim behind the huge buildings.
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I was walking with my friend Asmaa, along the dull
streets. All day we had been wandering here and there, looking for
books in the public library and breathing the fresh marine wind
coming from the Atlantic. We had tried to jump on the cobblestones
where it was level, and had laughed like kids. We were a little bit
tired from the worries of the university, from the hardship of our
lives; we had already learned that life was an endless fight. Now we
wanted a small break, our heads floating above the main buildings as
in a wave of dreams.
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I was thinking about Asmaa with the peaceful face, her slow
pace, and the slight Arabic accent in her voice. I had met her one
day I had lost my way on the streets of the town where I wanted to
pursue my college studies. She had accepted me as a sister right
away. On Saturdays, we used to go together to the open market like
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