Under a Clear Blue Sky
Cloud rolled in from somewhere and began to speak.
‘A few years ago I was floating lazily in the sky above Afghanistan. Mountains jutted up from the plains there below me, and squeezed in between two of them was a tiny schoolhouse with a small playground.
In the corner of the playground a small figure was kneeling. It was a boy of about ten years of age, and as I dropped down lower to find out what he might be doing, I could see and hear that he was praying. Yes, and he was facing to the southwest, in the direction of Mecca.
‘ “Oh, God, please hear my prayer! Let the fighting end soon, let my two brothers come home …