A couple was walking in the desert. They were wearing desert tribal clothes. The sun must have thought of them as his enemy. He was glaring at them.
Seeing hundreds of tents in front of them, the man finally found some hope. He carried the woman as fast as possible and nearly fell in front of the entrance.
A soldier who was guarding the entrance stepped closer to the couple. He demanded, "State your business!"
The man bowed and responded with a sob, "My wife… she is dying… please… have some mercy."
The soldier's eyes brushed over the woman's body. The woman seemed injured. Dry blood was coagulated on her stomach area. She was heavily panting. Her face was pale as though she was going to die due to blood loss.
"Wait," saying a curt word, the soldier went inside a tent.
