Kitmir
Kitmir (or Qatmir) is one of the two doggies mentioned in the Quran (the other time a doggie is mentioned it’s not a specific doggie).
Kitmir was with the youths hiding from religious persecution in Sura 18, the story about The People of the Cave (“The Seven Sleepers of Ephesus” in Christian tradition), and they all slept inside the cave for maybe 300 or 309 years.
[18:18] You would think that they were awake, when they were in fact asleep. We turned them to the right side and the left side, while their dog stretched his legs in their midst.
A more detailed version of the story was told by Ali, where he mentions that Kitmir belonged to a shepherd who joined the youths, and that “the dog was black and white though black was prevailing”.
DRIFTWOOD CH. 9 P. 10-14
Read Driftwood chapter 9, page 10-14 …
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57 down, 116 to go. V`(oo)´V
(Now I’m on page 17 … Unbelievably slow …)
I wish I could have a doggie like this. :3
This is a lovely Kangal doggie who guards property in Wedding. ♥
(Photos by Ilan Katin.)
This morning I had a dream that somebody had broken into my trailer.
They had taken two sheep from the neighbour, cut them up and left the body parts all over the place. There was blood everywhere, on the furniture, the floors, the walls, my drawings. Some of the flesh, bones and guts was hanging in bloody sacks from the roof, and the skins – one on the table, one on the floor – had been shoddily tanned. There were some notes about tanning skin, written in a somehow disturbing and manic handwriting.
I discovered that a frightened Golden Retriever had been locked inside my greenhouse, and a Bernese Mountain Dog was running around, worried. The Bernese dog spoke a little bit of human language(!), and I was able to get some information about the intruder from him. I asked if it was a man or a woman, and the doggie answered, “woman”. For some reason I said, “Well, that’s not so bad, then?”, and the doggie gave me a meaningful look that made me very scared.
It would get dark soon, and I hurried to take photos as evidence of what had happened. I did not want to be there at night. Somehow I had the feeling that the intruder was watching me, and that the doggies weren’t really on my side. But I only had my old digital camera, and as always it was struggling to focus in low light conditions, and also its battery was running out …
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Then I woke up. And I can’t go out to my trailer this weekend either, so it will be a while before I know whether somebody really has been murdering sheep there or not. :o(
OLD STUFF
I’m going to move in a couple of months, and I’m sorting out what to keep and what to get rid of. My goal is to get rid of as much as possible, so I’m doing it in several waves. I’ve already purged two thirds of my books to be donated to the social bookstore in my neighbourhood as well as the comic book library Renate.
I obviously have a lot of old drawings from my childhood and youth that I’ve been carrying around with me. A lot of the stuff from my teenage years is really terrible and traumatic, and I’m happy that I can BURN it to ASHES in my wood stove. Good riddance.
Here are some pieces that I’ll keep, though:
I think this is the best drawing I made in 1995, at the age of 13 or 14. :o)
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