“Never in my time, that is certain, under Allah,” answered Barakah. “But perhaps you young ones....”
“Young ones! O Allah, listen to her! Ah, alas for us!” cried Yûsuf’s youngest sister, with a sobbing laugh. Whereat the ladies looked into each other’s faces, illumined by the greenish light which follows sunset. A silence and a shudder fell upon them.
“Allah have mercy on us!” Gulbeyzah broke the stillness with a shrug. “Behold us finished for the joys of this low world.”
“The praise to Allah!” answered Na’imah devoutly.
They were all old withered bodies, for the grave.
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