*
"The prodigal son of Sana'a returns at last." Aliyu said, looking up at the approaching Kabeer with keen interest. The boys standing in front of him turned sharply, their lips stretching into identical wide grins.
"Uncle Kabeer!" they exclaimed, running up to him as he slid off his horse. Kabeer smiled wearily at them, placing his hands on their shoulders. "How are you, boys?" he said. Both of them smiled up at him in reply. Yusuf was the oldest, tall and skinny like his father. Anwar was the youngest, and the only thing he had inherited from his father was his thick curly hair. Both of them had their mothers eyes however, a deep brown color which reminded Kabeer of a strange thing he'd once eaten called chocolate.
"Where is your mother?" Kabeer asked.
"She's inside the house wit
