Shams Saghira 8

October 27, 2007

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a little while got out from under the covers suddenly. Um Fahd asked,

“What’s up?”

“I’m going now.”

“Where?”

“I’m going to bring the sheep back.”

“Wait until tomorrow night, sleep now.”

 

He hurriedly left the bed, turned on the light hanging from the ceiling and began to get dressed. “I might not find it.”

“You’ll find it.”

As she was helping him tie his yellow belt around his waist, Um Fahd said, “Be careful not to let him go.”

Abu Fahd felt he may be facing a perilous mission, and may need his dagger. His dagger had a curved blade with a dark shine to it.

 

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