Autumn glowed in his head in the form of grey hairs that were beginning, to spread rapidly. His glowering eyes were emitting hot sparks.
"You are tired, Abul Abed, you should have some
rest", his wife said.
He made no reply. Umm el-Abed was wearing a white shawl. " We shall have a thousand children", she had said. He laughed at the recollection .
Suad, their daughter, exclaimed, "the tent is cold, dad!
Umm al-Abed moved towards her; and , slipping under the quilt, closed her eyes. Like the leaves of an aging tree an autumn , his white-grey hairs began to fall on the bed. When his oldest son was martyred , he suppressed his tears, and kept his feelings pent-up in his heart. "Have you slept, Umm el-Abed?" , he said with a deep, hunsky voice. No reply. " Only the gun shall remain hoisted" , Abul-Abed heard his younger son assert. He began to feel some of his grey hairs, icy fires in his forelocks.
Umm el-Abed was smiling as she continued to till the land with love, and to move very briskly in the field.