Blessed are the Meek for they shall inherit the Earth. This could have been written for Muhammad, whom I called Al-Miskeen, the Humble One. At the end of the drive his clothes had become like rags, which once caught fire when he was not looking. He was always cold and sat too close.
In later years even KhairAllah forgot him. When I asked if he had ever again seen the three drovers of that trip- Masood, Adam, and Muhammad- he drew a blank at the mention of the last. So poor in spirit was Muhammad that his name faded from the memory of a trail boss who remembered every camel in every herd.
©David Melody