(Untitled) by Marlene Goldberg

When Whalid whistled, it was a symphony. He could play any melody from a hollowed out stick. When the Taliban banned all musical instruments, Mama broke his flute. At dusk, Whalid sneaked away to the edge of the Whadi. His soft whistle echoed over the border where an Israeli enemy soldier heard it, entranced.

Next evening the whistle was heard again. The soldier recorded it. His army buddy, who knew Arabic, recognized the tunes.

They decided to hold a contest on Facebook. Al-Jezeerah located Whalid. He was sent to London where he received a standing ovation and won the prize.

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