In a place not far from Bani Shams tribe, there was another tribe called Bani Al Badr. It was not so much better than its predecessor in many regards, but it’s tents are more arranged – more strategic.

In the midst of the tents sat a distinctive navy one belonging to the tribe leader. He is a very old man with a huge body who still enjoys the strength which entered it over years of training. Nevertheless, the affects of the misery drew deep wrinkles like grooves on his face. He cares well for his appearance, so he does not fail to immerse his long beard with henna whenever a white hair appears. It was not too long until he was known for his long, brown beard. He does not give up his blue square turban, in the centre of which there is a golden amulet, shaped very much like a crescent moon. If he walks between his people, he can be identified by his sleeveless coat; one made of camel skin and trimmed by delicate fox fur.

You will not find anyone else who wear it, his obsession with hunting has no limits and he has caught many things which others simply could not. Therefore, he is the only one who surrounds his waist with a stark red belt to reveal his passion for bloodshed.

His appearance is arranged and meticulous, thanks to his people who are skilled in sewing and embroidery.

The great leader entered the tent. He didn't like the view of his young child sitting in one of the corners of the tent, frozen like an idol. His eyes are glorifying in a place far away, which is what provoked him and forced him to shout at him.

“Why are you sitting here like women! Go out Shaddad, and join the army on an exploration trip!”

He was talking to his son who very not very much like his father, from whom he inherited the features of his face only. Many cannot believe that this boy, with the soft hair drooping over his shoulders and the soft beard that surrounds his entire chin and soft hands, is the son of that commanding beast, the leader of the tribe. The son could not ignore his father's screams and was forced to respond reluctantly.”

I'm not excited for that, Dad.”

Sparks flew out of the man's eyes. His humongous hands pounced on his son's shoulder, and lifted him toward him, shouting loudly, “I do not ask you to go out as your father, but I command you to leave, being Safwan, leader of the Bani Al-Badr tribe!”

He narrowly escaped his father's arm, “but I do not—"

“And who said that I take your opinion?” He barked. “It is an order, and you must adhere to it.”

“How do you want me to forget – oh, my dad – that insignificant person who denigrated me and stole the dream of my life?”

He thought, the time will come when you take revenge on him and recover what he stole from you! And if I see that it is not worth it. I told you that I will...

Shaddad halted his father's thoughts, cutting in. “No, Dad... I don't want any alternatives! Well, I will go out with the soldiers so I may meet him and take revenge on him.”

Safwan fell silent and the signs of satisfaction began to appear on his face. He struck with his hand on the shoulder of his son, encouraging the lad.

“You are my only son among your sisters. You are my crown. Never allow anyone to stand in your way no matter what. Destroy them in order to maintain the survival and continuity of our tribe Bani Al-Badr.”

The son nodded his head, agreeing, “I will eliminate them, my father. Now I will join the soldiers and I promise that I will return with happy news.”

He determined to look for an oasis that will last us for a long time. The food there had started to decrease.

He wore his blue coat with embroidered sleeves on the edges with a light golden pattern, referring only to his people, surrounded his waist with a golden belt, then he wore his turban and went out to prepare for the journey.