An old man, barely 4’8”, greets us. “As-salam alaykum.” He says. He looks different than I imagined. The dervishes in my mind are men with long hair and flowing clothes, twirling themselves into consciousness, thus I am surprised. My heart warms when I see his smile wrinkles, which perfectly outline his aged yet youthful face. His wife, just two inches taller, greets us too.
The night goes on, and the music and laughter fills this home, it’s warm with love, regardless of who may break in and force them to stop. For the love of god, art, and truth never dies.