Where are you O Wild Deer? I have known you for a while, here. Both loners, both lost, both forsaken. The wild beast, for ambush, have all waken. Let us inquire of each other’s state If we can, each other’s wishes consummate. I can see this chaotic field joy and peace sometimes won’t yield. O friends, tell me who braves the danger to befriend the forsaken? - Hafez
No friends but the mountains.
*Kurdistan, 1991. A woman and her daughter fleeing war. Photograph by Chris Kutschera.