Beehive

Here at Harran, the well that never runs dry.

Do you remember this place? They told us that it is the most continuously inhabited site on earth. That it was where our first mother and father settled after the fall and that it was also a place our great father once called home. If only he knew how his children, plenty like the stars above, are slaughtering each other today. He would shed a tear. Maybe he sees all this. And maybe we expect too much of him. I remember us looking on, first in awe and then with skepticism, the kind we had been trained to exude. Most of all, I remember the houses, shaped like beehives; that silhouette forever etched in my memory as the sun slowly set. We are truly the sum of all our experiences.