It said: 'You think migration is movement. No. Migration is standing still while everything you love walks away from you.'
The children gathered close.
I saw the moon split into two rivers. One river flowed milk. The other flowed blood. Between them stood a figure cloaked in sand. It had no face, only a thousand shifting masks. It spoke with the voice of every person I had lost. rwayt asy alhjran
On the forty-first night, I collapsed. Fever ate my sight. And in that blindness, I saw rwayt asy — the impossible vision. It said: 'You think migration is movement