A young girl whispered, "And what happened after?"
That was the asy alhjran — the hardest migration. Not the journey of the body. The journey where you outlive everyone you loved." rwayt asy alhjran
When I woke, my tribe had moved on. They had left me for dead. But I found a single camel track — a faint hoofprint in the stone. I followed it for three more days. And then I found them. Not alive. Not dead. Just... statues. Turned to salt and gypsum. Still holding each other. Still migrating. A young girl whispered, "And what happened after