Dazshtan, Shahwan’s Legacy Introduction It was late as the horses bearing their weary charges came within view through the dust and wind, the vast greenery of the Wadi Sirhan, and the tents of Sheykh R’Ammeri. The Arabian horses we were riding had inherited their...
Educating Dazshtan Chapter One Mike Chapman was a person my family had come to respect, an eventual mentor to my dad and me. My dad had recently moved to Central Oregon from California after the death of his father to cancer. “Babe” was a mare my dad rescued...
