He didn’t need to sleep

Lukman didn’t need to sleep but he dreamed when he was awake. He should have been a priest, because he saw things that others didn’t see. He should have been a prophet. People changed to animals, and he understood them although their language wasn’t human. Sometimes things slowed down; sometimes they sped up. Sometimes he knew terrible events were coming and he wanted to warn people, but he couldn’t speak. Sometimes an inexplicable joy overcame him. When he was a child he learned to hide it because he couldn’t explain it. In the night, he walked through the lanes of Cairo and he saw things that he couldn’t describe. It was a gift that others didn’t have or appreciate, but he understood it.