search for simurgh
Excerpt from “The People With No Camel”
“Where’re you going?”
“I’m searching for Simurgh.”
“Where?”
“I don’t know.”
“What do you need from her?”
“I want her to eat me.”
“Are you insane?”
The woman says nothing.
“So you’d rather seek death.”
“Not death, freedom.”
“And you think you’ll find freedom in the stomach of a phoenix?”
“No. But my search will begin there.
Search for Simurgh is a sequel to my novel “The People With No Camel”. As I search for Simurgh the phoenix, I cross paths with other voices – trees, each on its own journey to freedom. I stand and listen, then ask about Simurgh: have you seen her?
“Where’re you going?”
“I’m searching for Simurgh.”
“Where?”
“I don’t know.”
“What do you need from her?”
“I want her to eat me.”
“Are you insane?”
The woman says nothing.
“So you’d rather seek death.”
“Not death, freedom.”
“And you think you’ll find freedom in the stomach of a phoenix?”
“No. But my search will begin there.
Search for Simurgh is a sequel to my novel “The People With No Camel”. As I search for Simurgh the phoenix, I cross paths with other voices – trees, each on its own journey to freedom. I stand and listen, then ask about Simurgh: have you seen her?
