One year, when the crop was the best ever, we all went to Mecca, and I satisfied the only unmet obligation in my life.
I could die happily, and that made me feel good. One day, the earth began to tremble, and the Nile overflowed its banks.
It was something that I thought could happen only to others, never to me.
My neighbors feared they would lose all their olive trees in the flood, and my wife was afraid that we would lose our children.
I thought that everything I owned would be destroyed. The land was ruined, and I had to find some other way to earn a living.
“So now I’m a camel driver. But that disaster taught me to understand the word of Allah:”
“people need not fear the unknown if they are capable of achieving what they need and want.”
“We are afraid of losing what we have, whether it’s our life or our possessions and property.”
“But this fear evaporates when we understand that our life stories and the history of the world were written by the same hand.”
Sometimes, their caravan met with another. One always had something that the other needed— as if everything were indeed written by one hand.
As they sat around the fire, the camel drivers exchanged information about windstorms, and told stories about the desert.
At other times, mysterious, hooded men would appear; they were Bedouins who did surveillance along the caravan route.
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