27 I was mesmerized by Sheikh Mubarak al-Shamsi’s story, and I repeated it to my grandmother, my voice full of wonder. That night, the rhythmic rise and fall of the waves accompanied us as we settled in. Suddenly, voices called out from the lane in front of my grandmother’s house. “Sultan, go to the door and see who is there,” my grandmother said. I opened the courtyard gate, and two women rushed in, their voices urgent. “Where is your mother? Where is your mother?” they asked repeatedly. “She is in the tent,” I replied, leading them inside. The women continued, “We’re lost;
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