Out of the dark she came out of the devouring void the first and the last and I turned to see the voice that spake with me floating around a voice materialized into a hazy figure yet no stranger clothed with a djellaba down to the foot so dark as if burned in a furnace and her voice as the sound of many waters bidding me to write the things I have seen and the things which are and the things which shall be and after this I looked and a door was opened and I was able to write again.
The story is very allusive but has managed to remain comprehensible.
Lovely one sentence story. If it were mine, I would not repeat “out” twice in the first seven words.
A good foray into self-discovery. Nice job, Masoud.
Fantastic rhythmn and pace, so poetic too, love that it’s one sentence (and not even a comma!) reads like a mystical prayer.