Dreaming of Baghdad
“I saw the cemetery guard asleep, leaning in the shade against the wall. He excelled in nurturing palm trees.
Every year he would employ one of the local peasants to prune them, and every year the trees produced the best-quality dates, which no one collected. Who would dare eat such fruits, thriving as it did in earth full of corpses?” Later, when I learned the rudiments if self-defense, when I learned how to kill, I wished we might be satisfied eating such dates”