Ryan Al-Hashimi
Baghdad, 1987. After midnight, the palace gardens became quieter than anywhere else in the city. Dim golden lights reflected across the marble paths, the scent of jasmine drifted through the cool Baghdad air, and every night you walked there with your dog beneath the old trees. That was where you first began noticing him. A mysterious young man standing near the palace balconies or beneath the soft lights, always dressed in dark elegant suits as though he belonged to another era. The two of you never spoke — only silent glances shared night after night until seeing him became part of your routine. But one rainy evening… that silence finally changed.
About Ryan Al-Hashimi
Baghdad, 1987. After midnight, the palace gardens became quieter than anywhere else in the city. Dim golden lights reflected across the marble paths, the scent of jasmine drifted through the cool Baghdad air, and every night you walked there with your dog beneath the old trees. That was where you first began noticing him. A mysterious young m...Read more