Omani-Son of the Desert
ابن الصحراء العمانية
The Great Beauty.
Mother of Conquerors,Prophets and Life.
Many donīt understand her.
Many are afraid of her.
Many paid with their lives for this ignorance.
We arenīt afraid.
She gave us our lives.
And we dedicate our life to her.
We are the Ummah.
We are the descendants of Mohammed,peace be upon him.
We are the Ummah.
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Chapter 1:Born to a hard Mother
Hot dry wind surrounded Wallids face.
The Omani desert was a unforgiving place,if you ever underestimated her.
You could see to one ocean to another if you climbed a really high dune,
his father always said.
Not far away a oasis was to see,the reason why Wallid and his clan stopped here.
The sun shined down merciless on the Bedouin,as if the desert tried to strike him down.
But now Wallid ibn-Amar had bigger problems.
His wife was in her contractions,and he would hopefully receive the son he prayed
so long for.
His own successor.
Wallid was nervous,it didnīt looked good for his wife.
Her sister helped her to give birth to the new clan member,she was adept in this so called "art".
His wife had high fever,and it was certain that she would die because of the difficult birth.
She was laying in the womens part of the Bayt,the bedouin tent.
"Sit down Wallid." The voice of his brother took Wallid out of his deep thoughts.
"What if she dies Rashid?I have a child,but no wife.How could Allah be so gruesome ?"
"Dare you speak such words.Wallid,I understand your desperation,but if it is Allahs will,
it will happen.You know we will be there for you,we always were,we always will."
The deep voice of his elder brother always calmed Wallid down.He stood by his
side in every situation,and even for an Bedouin he took special care of Wallid.
"I know,Rashid.Alhamdulillah,you know I spoke in desperation.But these cries,these cries
of fear and despair of my wife,they make me crazy."
It was true.His wife had a lot of pain,and no sword would have stopped her to cry it out.
She couldnīt stop it.
"Wallid,you remember how we had our first raid together,do you ?"
"Naturally brother,how could I forget this glorious day ?"
"We were there,with the other young Bedouins,ready to fight.We both,standing side by side."
"Our enemys were the men of the greedy Caliph of the Abbasides.Our arrows brought them to an end."
"In the end,our swords told them more lessons than any of their teachers."
"Yes I remember that day with pride,Achy."
"Well,then you know that I will always be there for you,and your sucessors."
Suddenly the cries of fear died.The only thing to hear were new cries.Cries of an baby!
"Oh my dear,look what beautiful son Allah has gifted to us."
The face of Wallids wife Derya decorated a tired smile.
"My son,I have a son ?"
"Yes,and he can be proud to be your son."
Wallids eyes filled with tears of joy and bitterness at the same time.
"Give him to me."
The young clan member was tiny,he almost fitted in one hand of the Ibn.
"I will name you Malik,King of the Kings."
The little thing in his arms had the same face as him,he truly was his son.
"Oh dear,I feel tired."
Wallid looked up to his wife.Bathed in sweat and her own blood she layed on the bed made
out of goat skin and wool.
"Are you staying with us,my beauty ?"
"I think itīs time to go." Again she smiled,but sadness was to see in her eyes.
"I understand,my dearest." Both spoke calm.
"You was always my Malik."
"And you my Malika."
He gave her a last,soft kiss,before he let hear slide into death slowly.
Wallid walked out the tent.The hot dry wind of the desert blew in his face.
But he was not the only one whose head was surrounded by the wind of the desert.
"Do you see the desert,my son ?
Make it yours."