MIRRORS
The demons in Musa’s head never let him sleep a full night. They have a church bell installed, and a bellringer stationed, right beneath his medulla oblongata, whose sole duty is to ring the bell at every hour during the course of the night. At the third hour after midnight, they take a tour to his intestines and devour whatever food they find there. Some days, with a stroke of luck, he would turn and go right back to sleep. On such nights as he is not lucky, he would toss and turn, listening to the quiet sound of the night. It was only at such hours he gets to experience the serenity of his room, or shago , which was located just by the roadside attached to his parents’ house. The sound of crickets replacing the persistent baran almajirai, in their pitiful voices begging for just a morsel of food, the swoosh of the wind becomes prominent as the consistent sound of automobiles seize at that hour. The vacant sound of the night was a peaceful replacement of the noise of the First Gate ma...