Al Hajar al Gharbi


That night, we both dreamt of a patch of land that drifted over our heads, with vegetation and sharp-eyes owls.


Must use ladder made of clouds to reach the above land, or grow osprey wings.



I would have hardly imagined a place as this. The silver inside took me straight into the clouds where I feared I would never see earth again, but this is not the case. I am on some floating Island above clouds and sadness and war and misery. How could I leave such a place as this? But alas, even in I wanted to, my health would not permit. I fear that another journey may be my last. However, I like it here so close to the sun, it never snows!