The wind was a proud being, and it was becoming irritated with what the boy was saying.
It commenced to blow harder, raising the desert sands. But finally it had to recognize that, even making its way around the world,
it didn’t know how to turn a man into the wind. And it knew nothing about love.
In my travels around the world, I’ve often seen people speaking of love and looking toward the heavens,” the wind said,
furious at having to acknowledge its own limitations. “Maybe it’s better to ask heaven.”
“Well then, help me do that,” the boy said. “Fill this place with a sandstorm so strong that it blots out the sun.
Then I can look to heaven without blinding myself.” So the wind blew with all its strength, and the sky was filled with sand.
The sun was turned into a golden disk. At the camp, it was difficult to see anything.
The men of the desert were already familiar with that wind. They called it the simum, and it was worse than a storm at sea.
Their horses cried out, and all their weapons were filled with sand.
On the heights, one of the commanders turned to the chief and said, “Maybe we had better end this!”
They could barely see the boy. Their faces were covered with the blue cloths, and their eyes showed fear.
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