Al-Adab Al-Fathi dreamed a scimitar of the color of sand or time. He had to dream entirely Syria in one night, although he only needed the vicinity of Damascus. He had to dream the men who would work Damascene steel, as well as the glass that is added in the smelting and the charcoal, etc. He dreamed so perfectly the edge that his dream was cut off. When he opened his eyes, it was a head in a basket, under the unmerciful desert sun.