gs t evil jinns ered the house.

    t of jinn-panic and screaming aed violence ill visible, to ings about jinns, taid old man to  acknorutted and ely approac sleep a ill morning, keeping c to protect my c “t I’d be returning to my fatended stay to care for ime of illness; t . I returned to my fataking os of my married life to temptation to sell it), t explosive of Arab steeds, tabriz-made ivory c icks (booty from ttle of Na so desperately to keep w.

    As I expected, quitting my absent urned ful love into a   stand beead of tening me,  my pity by sending me love letters in   t I’ve

    recently begun to read tters t reveal ion, of  enlist one of istic or poetic friends to e and embellis letter,  I o   of money. t, respectful and one, compounded by ts and demands of ts, turned my o a veritable kettledrum. Indeed, it o o t I’d opened tters of t window.

    Before  table, I prepared a draugters from t Arabian date palm flole lemon juice, tly entered my fat myself, placed it before  making my presence known, as he preferred.

    “Is it snoood at once t snoher would ever see.

    I AM A tREE  I am a tree and I am quite lonely. I en to are at me as you  jinns and let me explain to you why I’m so alone.

    . t I’ve been ily sketco nonsized, rougure of a tree miger storyteller. true enoug t, trees beside me, no seven-leaf steppe plants, no dark billoions imes resemble Satan or a man and no coiling C t my story is muced.

    . As a tree, I need not be part of