Lying curled up as a stoweaway in the forequarters of the ship along with the small slave girl and the Indian lady, He rewinded his trip. The curious cargo he was lying beside would have deep impact on the port which he was heading to. Although from the interior of Oman he had spent many a days at the foot of the local Wali where the children of the village would congregate under the date palm and the gurgling Wadi’s during late evenings after the magreb prayers to hear about the stories. One of his fondest memories was of Sindabad the sailor whose house was a few hundred miles north to where he was living in. But the closeness and the association with such a great sailor of the land gave him much pride and always wanted to seek the unknown and travel all the places which he had heard of somuch.
Ibn Malik was tired. Alighting from the Omani ship in Muscat he looked back to see who had followed him from the ship. The trip back in September had been tiresome and dangerous and against the now depleting monsoon winds and rain whipping up the rough Arabian Sea the trip had taken two and a half month as they had travelled hugging the coast. He gathered his belonging and herding his small entourage he walked past the …show more content…
Putting down his belongings, he went back to the rivulet and wading in spent a longtime washing and cleaning up. Then a few meters away as the water meandered closer to the bank of the river a big rock had been dislodged from a recent earth quake which had settled quite conveniently creating an obstruction from view to any passerby coming from the west. With a thick date plantation behind the rock, the girl taking a hint from her mentor waded in gleefully. He had planned to settle down in Samail with its lush gardens and agriculture but