“Abraham and Isaac are on their way to Mount Moriah, towards the sacrifice.
A boat filled with rams is sailing on a dark and deep sea,
full of bottles with letters that no one has ever opened.
But I opened one of these bottles and read the letter.
It was written by a Mohammad, son of Sabah,
who simply thanked God without asking him for anything in return.
This is where my story begins, a story of a troubled shepherdess,
who suddenly finds something she was looking for.
And loses it.
That’s the way it is.”