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nyp.33433082175773	Abdullah Achmed	Alien souls by Achmed Abdullah ...	1922		.txt	text/plain	51655	3770	88	There, at noon every day, his ten-year-old son comes In those days he lived in a certain gray and turbulent city not far from the northeastern foot-hills of "Walk ahead of me, son of Shaitan and of a shejackal," I said, gently rubbing his heart with the muzzle of my rifle. been beaten with thorn sticks!" And, with a flat, tortured laugh, he would add that God seemed to have answered his prayer for peace—"I had asked for Peace, little nut-brown body: Akbar Khan, the Red Chief's in heavy braids over either shoulder, a low white forehead, the reddest of lips, and huge gray eyes set deep her wounds like black-red whips, while the man was All night they had worked, with little Ebrahim looking on open-mouthed, using odd bits of steel and wire biting tongue and doubting, deep set eyes, had suspected the hand of man and, late one night, when the	./cache/nyp.33433082175773.pdf	./txt/nyp.33433082175773.txt