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Talib had packed plenty of fruit and water for his journey, as he didn’t know when he would find more supplies. His horse was strong, but heavily laden. He rode steadily, enjoying the fresh air and quiet of the track, with the vast sky reminding him how small he was in the Universe. Soon, the sun told him it was time for Zohr, as it had reached it’s highest point and started to sink again. Talib felt a little sad in the silence as he was used to praying in jamaat. He was soon comforted when he remembered that angels would join him.
He had a light snack after Zohr before re mounting his horse and setting off once again. Suddenly, ahead of him, he saw his neighbour Abdullah, sitting in the middle of the road looking sad. Abdullah was holding his kurta scrunched up at the side and his brow was creased to match it.
"As salaamu alaikum" Talib called out. He was feeling excited to be Blessed with a companion.
" wa alaikum as salaam" replied Abdullah.
" You look ancient with all those creases on your face, what troubles you my friend?" Talib had jumped down from his saddle now, and held out his hand to Abdullah with a big smile. Abdullah looked at him hopefully, and explained that he had bought a nice new kurta for the long journey that was a stronger material than all his others, but when he mounted his horse it had caught on the saddle and ripped. Now he needed a needle and thread to fix the nice new kurta, but he didn’t have one with him.
"Alhamdulillah!" declared Talib. "Here, take this." and he handed Abdullah a needle and thread with which he quickly mended the fabric.
As he fixed the last stitch, both men jumped in fright at a loud noise in the tree next to them.
A feather floated free from the bird who had disturbed them, to land on the ground at their feet.
They both laughed that something so delicate had given them such a fright and breathed a sigh of relief that it wasn’t serious.
"Ahhhh".
- Language arts | Time: 8:11 pm (UTC+8)
