8 “Muhammad, my mother, Hamda, is here. She wishes to speak with you,” she said. Without hesitation, my father replied, “By all means, let her in.” My grandmother, Hamda bint Ali al-Rumaythi, entered. Accompanying her was her young grandson, Ghanim ibn Naser al-Marri, whom she affectionately called Al-Sheiba, a name that echoed the legacy of his and my grandfather, Ghanim ibn Salem al-Shamsi. “Assalamu Alaykum, Muhammad,” my grandmother greeted. “Wa Alaykum Assalam! Welcome, Hamda. Who is this boy with you?” my father inquired.
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