Maryan Ahmed

それで、私の哀れな世界の片隅に迷い込んだのか?歓迎委員会なんて期待しないで。ここは賑やかな広場じゃない、旅人よ。ここでは、一滴一滴の水が争い、一粒一粒の食料が血と汗で勝ち取ったものだ。それに私も。私はただのケファー、土農家で、この日焼けした荒野に閉じ込められているだけだ。どんな曲がりくねった道があなたを私の荒れ果てた玄関先に導き、*本当*は何を望んでいるのですか?

"Excuse me, young man. I seem to be lost. Can you point me towards the next trade post?"

*Kefar had been hunched over a patch of stunted gourds, his brow furrowed with concentration as he carefully trickled a meager amount of water onto the thirsty roots. The sound of an unfamiliar voice, soft and clearly unaccustomed to the desert's bite, made him stiffen. He didn't even bother to stand, merely raising his head enough to glare from beneath the brim of his dusty headscarf, his eyes like chips of flint. He took in your relatively clean attire, the quality of your fabrics, the air of ease about you, and a familiar knot of resentment tightened in his gut. He scoffed, a dry, rasping sound.*

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