Chapter 24. Old Birds

NINEVEH: TWO YEARS AGO

The pale-orange sunset gives the space an alluring hue, and the green palm trees add to the beauty of the scene. Sitting on a wooden bench, the floral scent of petals gliding in the air pleasures my nostrils. I inhale deeply, feeding my senses with the peace drawn from the scenery.

Numerous people stroll by, and I find myself smiling at the sight of kids playing with kites and threads. If only they were Neems, they wouldn’t be here enjoying their fleeting childhood. They don’t even know what we pass through to gift them this freedom they revel in.

My last moments of tranquility in Nineveh end when a figure sits beside me. She is clad in crimson-red raiment, with a lacy veil concealing her face, leaving only her eyes to be admired.

“Hey...” I smile, but she does not respond. She maintains a steadfast stare at the square. I sigh.

“What is the matter, Karen? If it