It took a few minutes and several attempts for the woman to get her thoughts straight and her sentences together. She looked at Jaber as if seeing him under a new light. " Ali Baba is truly with you."
It was not a question, it was a statement, one filled with relief. Jaber could not blame her for not believing him earlier. All kinds of things could happen out in the desert and all she ever had was his word. The word of a stranger.
But that sword was different.
Jawaher all but hugged it. " That child… he goes hard on himself…" the woman swallowed as she looked through the open window, as if hoping to glimpse the silhouette of her son passing by. " He blames himself for things he has no power over…"
