Mohab exhaled deeply. He went, with heavy steps, to his tent, where his wife, Hasnaa, received him with a little smile.

Hasnaa was a name befitting her, as she was a young and beautiful lady. Her red hair graduated from the intensity of the henna was loosened down to the bottom of her back. Her eyes were as wide as the Oryx and brown like honey.

The dress which covered her was elegant and distinctive. She deserved to be the wife of the crown prince. No one in the kingdom doubted her wisdom or the speed of her intuition. Everyone in the tribe wished her well and wished that their wives possessed a part of her beauty, but it seemed that all of that did not attract Mohab's attention.

She gently whispered to him, “thank God for your safety. Shall I bring you dinner?”

He issued a quick and angry exhale and did not bother to look at his wife.

“No need for it.”

“But you have not eaten anything since noon.”

“You know, Hasnaa, what I want and there is no need for this compliment.”

Then he left his tent, leaving his wife alone, as if he was hunting for an opportunity. Hasnaa sighed deeply, then she went out towards Mohab's horse. She took out of the leather bag the herbs and began to inspect it. During that she tried to mute her crying, and she did well, except Ghadeer saw her and she approached her gently. Ghadeer patted on her back.”

What is wrong with you Hasnaa, why are you in this situation? Did my son cause you sorrow again?”

Hasnaa tried to hold back a tear that almost fell from her eyes and said reluctantly, “everything is fine. I came to check the herbs to make up for the shortage.”

Ghadir embraced her tenderly and wondered.

“Why is my son hard with you, despite his eagerness to you, Hasnaa?”

“Not hard. He is just exhausted from the journey of exploration.”

“If you need anything, or Mohab bothered you, tell me.”

Hasnaa smiled, “alright.”