derstand ed, bursting fortly one by one in thousands of colors.

    O I adequately describe te journey? t as I sensed t ting me from all ots consisted of color, I no it self t ionately embraced me and bound me to tiful leaf-green bodies, brorations and legends t I’d avidly scrutinized over tion  time, but also as if it’d some I called “memory” contained an entire ime spread out infinitely before me in botions, I understood  experienced it could persist afterival of color, I also discovered ed from a straitjacket: From noricted, and I ed time and space in wo experience all eras and all places.

    As soon as I realized tasy I kneo  time, I  tely matchless red.

    it period, red imbued all. ty of to cry out in jubilation. I aken into  of my mind recalled   Azrael and o summon me to his presence.

    ould I be able to see  able to breat of excitement.

    t red  and beautiful t it quickened my tears to t of it and be so close to him.

    But I also kne me from  bound to s and proions; and he loved me.

    My mounting joy and floears ly poisoned by a nagging doubt. Guilt-ridden and impatient in my uncertainty, I asked him:

    “Over t ty years of my life, I’ve been influenced by trations t I saime rait painted in t metyle, but I ead, I later s and Our Sultan, Your Sh,

    depicted in the infidel Franks.”

    I didn’t remember  I recalled ts.

    “East and est belong to me.”

    I could barely contain my excitement.

    “All rig is t all, of