Ancient Egyptians believed they were gods of the underworld, and that their nightly howls were the haunting songs of the dead.
I believe it too. On nights like this when I sense Saleem’s presence, hot nights when I can smell my own sweat, and the cry of the jackal is all around me. I hear his voice at times, the Hebrew words awkward upon his tongue. His voice finds me even here.
–Emma McEvoy
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