Mohammed Al-Harthi

＂Sometimes-at one sudden point in time-a person asks himself, ＂My God, how did I end up here?＂ It feels like a moment from a dream: you wake up and whisper, ＂Where am I?＂

I lived that moment and asked myself every one of those awakening questions: How did I get here, and where is ’here’ in the first place .

I was that fool. The messenger of love, the hapless messenger lovers entrusted to rush their letters into the trembling hands of their beloveds. I was that fool who ferried secret words, carrying the ink of longing from one restless heart to another.

All of that absurdity, that foolishness, unraveled when Maimon-The Camel crossed the threshold of manhood before any of us. We were five, and he was older by no more than three or four months, yet his raging hormones had propelled him forward while ours lagged behind-eight measly months behind.＂