A blue sparrow landed on my windowsill, and began to warble a melody that embodied all the beauty of existence.
When he had finished, he came close to me and said, “Wet my palate…” I fetched sugared water, honeyed water, cherry-flavored water, and rosewater.
He shook his head and whispered in my ear, “Only tears can quench my thirst.”
All artwork is courtesy of Eman Osama.
