Ahmed Baloch has a dream.
Hitting The Wall
Ahmed Baloch saw it as a good sign when the scenery he was travelling through began to look like the desert he knew and loved. He could not stop himself from smiling.
“Ah, home! I am on my way home!” he shouted to the achingly blue sky.
His escape had been arduous and he had run forever to get here. He still kept looking behind him often, out of habit.
“They will not follow me into the heat and sand. Only those born in the desert return to it of their free will,” Ahmed reminded himself.
His spirit much refreshed, he picked up the pace. All too soon, his energy flagged. Opening his water skin, he put it to his mouth. Empty.
“I need to find an oasis or my flight from danger will end in my death!” he whispered dryly.
Slowing down to conserve the energy he had left, he began to look for indicators. Finally he heard, very faintly, the tinkling sound of falling water as if from a fountain. Picking up speed, he soon tracked the sound to its source.
A high wall stood in his way. Tracing it with his eyes, Ahmed saw that it went on for what seemed like miles. Gathering his strength, the man began trying to climb the barrier, goaded on by the sound of falling water. Every time he got near the top, he would slide all the way back to the bottom.
“Third times a charm, I’m told,” he muttered as he tried again.
This time, a sudden sandstorm came out of nowhere when he was halfway up.
“It is no use, I am lost!”
Jerking awake, he found himself on the foul floor of prison cell. It seemed he could not even escape in his dreams!