And now we come to the hardest part in a dervish's life.
The djinn finds another dervish to live by. A congenial djinn drops by as witness to the divorce as nature plays out her proceedings
A storm gathers, dark but not powerful, so as not to upset too much. The matter is, after all, personal.
As the djinn commits to her future, the congenial djinn takes his cue. He leaves the dervish. Strange sounds are heard. The wind grows fiercer. There is the mysterious sound of doors you cannot see closing.
The right music finds a way to play itself.
In a gentle suddenness, the dervish finds himself united in a common moment through time and space with others like him. Touching without touching he feels the painful hopelessness, the consequent inebriation and the jaded happiness that flowers there after.
He is left with echoes. Shadows of memories flash by his eyes. He breathes what was, forever and forever.