I. THE SILENCE BEFORE THE JOURNEY
Before there was a miracle, there was a man named Gara.
He lived in a desert of endless horizons — a place where silence was the only sound,
and the sun spoke to the earth in tongues of fire.
The year was 1895.
Russia was stretching its empire westward, drawing a Silk road around the still Karaa
as railway lines and caravans slowly came to life.
His herds were his honor. His camels were his livelihood.
They asked for little, and he gave all he had.