They provided warnings about thieves and barbarian tribes. One night, a camel driver came to the fire
where the Englishman and the boy were sitting. “There are rumors of tribal wars,” he told them.
The three fell silent. The boy noted that there was a sense of fear in the air, even though no one said anything.
Once again he was experiencing the language without words… the universal language. The Englishman asked if they were in danger.
“Once you get into the desert, there’s no going back,” said the camel driver.
“And, when you can’t go back, you have to worry only about the best way of moving forward.”
The rest is up to Allah, including the danger.And he concluded by saying the mysterious word: “Maktub.”
“You should pay more attention to the caravan,” the boy said to the Englishman, after the camel driver had left.
“We make a lot of detours, but we’re always heading for the same destination.”
“And you ought to read more about the world,” answered the Englishman. “Books are like caravans in that respect.”
The immense collection of people and animals began to travel faster.
The days had always been silent, but now, even the nights— when the travelers were accustomed to talking around the fires—
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