Always, at sunset, the castle walls begin to breathe.
The war is over—it had been two or twenty centuries now.
But then suddenly when night falls, the war returns.
The soldiers in their towers light their candle, far from the gusting wind…
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From Saadi Yousef, Aysha bint al-Basha (Beirut: Maktabat al-Jamal, 2014)
