Second of Two - Adham Sharqawi

He came from afar, emanating the scent of the desert... a pure Arab, without a trace! Slender as an ear of wheat! His legs were as delicate as a runner's, yet something about him told you that he had a race unlike any other! His face was white, miraculously spared from the desert sun! His back had a slight stoop, as if he had carried something heavy on his shoulders all his life, but his piercing gaze told you that no one else could bear this burden! His beard was dyed with henna, tinged with red, as if the setting sun had found no other refuge! His clothes were worn, but the man bore the mark of history's antiquity! I wanted to ask him: Who are you?! But there are men in whose presence you lose your language, and he was one of them! I gazed at him for a long time, silenced, my curiosity killing me to know who he was, but he dispelled all of that when he said: Peace be upon you. His voice is so sweet, it's as if the words are emanating from the Hijr of Ishmael, not his mouth. It possesses the tenderness of a mother's prayers and the reverence of reciting Surah Ar-Rahman!