Neil Gaiman posted this quotation on his blog yesterday; I would just link to it, except that he doesn't have permalinks on his blog at the moment. (If you want to look for it, it's the last entry on March 21, 2003.) He's got permalinks! Here's the real link.
Storyteller:
Go home.His question unanswered, Hassan stumbles homeward, picking his way in a series of child's short-cuts across the bomb sites and the rubble of Baghdad.
And, though his stomach hurts (for fasting is easy, this Ramadan; and food is hard to come by) his head is held high and his eyes are bright.
And behind his eyes are towers and jewels and djinn, carpets and rings and wild afreets, kings and princes and cities of brass.
And he prays as he walks (cursing his one weak leg the while), prays to Allah (who made all things) that somewhere, in the darkness of dreams, abides the other Baghdad (that can never die), and the other egg of the phoenix.
But Allah alone knows all.
(The end of a lovely story-within-a-story fable about the other, magical Baghdad, within the shell of a war-crushed city. Fables and Reflections is probably my favorite Sandman.)