The blood of the silent rivers – Ksirov H Kushan

The blood of the silent rivers – Ksirov H Kushan

The blood of the silent rivers In the quiet alleys of Malatya, where fig trees whisper to the stars, he once walked — your great-great-grandfather, a man wrapped in mystery and white linen. They said he never spoke of where he came from, only hummed melodies that bent like reeds in desert winds. He may have prayed in silence like a Mandaean beneath moonlight or carried the dust of Gedrosia in his stride — salt from the Makran coast beneath his f…