My first klash, my first public post!
I gazed out the window at the parched land craving the elixir of life – water.
A silent prayer heavenwards, a furtive glance towards the sky, an earthen pot on her head…she made the journey towards a pond which had almost run dry.
Why did she even bother to go when disappointment was assured?
With my curiosity peaked, I beckoned her. Folding her hands in a show of subservience, she entered The Grand Hall.
“Why go to the pond knowing that it is dry?”
With an unidentifiable look in her eyes she said “What sustains you now that Hukum is at War and you hear no news? It is hope that sustains us both.”