بسْمِ ٱللَّٰهِ ٱلرَّحْمَٰنِ ٱلرَّحِيمِ In The Name Of Allah, The Most Beneficent, The Most Merciful
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"... I feel it in my bones that this summer will bring us good tidings, meray laal." Sheikh Al-Ubayd, with his hand draped around his mother's shoulder, kisses the side of her head, covered with a head veil woven with natural fibers by her own skillful fingers as they side by side amble to the flock of loaded camels.
(my son)
"In Shaa Allah. But what may be the reason behind this delighted sentiment?" His deep voice reverberates through his chest.
She twists her neck and gazes at her son affectionately. "With you as my pious and dignified son, how can there be no delightment? Besides," Zumena resumes her walk. "who knows, perhaps this summer my Rabb may Will for the Makkah's blessed soil to encase this poor body."
(my Lord)
Ubayd halts in tracks. "God forbid to what you uttered, Walida!" Vexation flurries in his veins, seeing his mother's relaxed posture after vocalizing this without any perturbations.
(mother)
Zumena, on the other hand, twinkles. "Why such fret, farzand-e-Waqas? Why is my brave son afraid of death when it is a reality for every living soul?"
(son of Waqas)
He lets out a puff of air and closes the distance with her. "You perceived me wrong." Ubayd steals his gaze away from her, hoping his beige imamah may conceal the pain his eyes bear. "It is the burden of a loss that is what frightens me."
"Do not be." Her eyes drink in his form with pity, pity that he is still wending in the era that has passed several moons away. "Do not burden yourself with something you were never made the owner of, for what needs to live is the Will of Allah, and what needs to return to him is in His Hands."
"Salam, Walida-e-Muhtarma." A tribesman nods his head in greeting. "Salam, Sheikh Al-Ubayd. May your morning be as bright as the brightness of the sun."
(peace, mother)
The older woman benevolently nods back and responds as the man turns his full attention to her son.
"All the preparations are taken care of. If you may, I shall escort Walida-e-Muhtarma to her palanquin."
Ubayd brings his brows closer. "Where is my brother, Yahya?"
"Upon the hukm of Qabilah-e-Rayees, he is inspecting the caravan."
