🤗🤗Khudafarin, standing at the first light of redemption. 🤗🤗

Dawn announces itself gently. It is mild yet crisp when the first rays of the sun wake me. I step out of the caravanserai where I had stopped the night before. The other travelers, still asleep, do not hear me freeing myself from the hard wooden plank that served as my bed for one night. I pass through the gate; the reassuring scents of the travelers give way to the icy breeze of this land between plains and mountains.

Here, the cold has a smell. It smells of adventure, of suffering, of exploration. The scent of the morning chill, almost soothing, absolves me. I feel upon my body the breaths of nature like a welcoming kiss.

Observing the surrounding plain, I head toward the horses’ enclosure. When I look at mine, he seems the most beautiful. We are always like that with our children, our companions — they are the strongest, the most beautiful, the most extraordinary. A solitary traveler, I ride the trade routes on his back.

There he stands, his coat silky. He has drunk and eaten the few provisions left for him the night before. After caressing him and making sure he was all right, I quickly return to the caravanserai. My belongings in hand, I leave the place after depositing the coins I owed for the night. I load my steed with the provisions and goods that I will later present from strongholds to markets, from citadels to oases.