9 — The Academic
4 min readJul 21, 2021
It was morning.
The young man could hear the crier in the highest minaret of the temple of Sullam, singing across to the crier in the highest minaret of the temple of Sallib. He sang of windstorms and sandstorms and the love of the desert. His voice was lifted on the morning updraft, carrying out over the entire city of Duali and calling the people to pray alongside him.
