The desert wind ruffled my hair in a guff of hot air that brought the smell of poppies and of death down from the mountain valleys and into the wadis.
We looked at each other for a while; and then he moved away.
The harsh wind blew again with fine sand that smarted my eyes and I covered my head instinctively with my keffiyeh.
I thought, my mind is going strange in this place so far away.
I will not die I said to myself, this is not my time; one day but not here.
And then I remembered the laughter of my children and I smiled with joy.
It was what kept me alive.
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