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their udders were swollen with milk.
The small patch of grass around her
tiny house had stretched out over
the dunes and now looked like a
green, grassy meadow. The date
palms too were bending over, heavy
with all their juicy dates, and her
house was full of every enjoyable
thing, and bright and happy too.
This was a miracle and Halimah
knew why. Their was something
very special about Aminah’s beauti-
ful child, something wonderful
indeed.
From that day the little house, in the
little village, in the desert, was the
happiest and brightest in the whole
wide world, and in it two little boys
grew up healthy and strong.
Happy moments, and happy days
and months, passed by, and after
four years Halimah was on her jour-
ney back to the city of Makkah. The
