There was a she-camel in our dabouka who midway on the Darb delivered her young stillborn. It was a pitiful sight to see her standing there before the drovers whipped her back into the herd and we set off again. I asked KhairAllah if the Kababish ate such meat and he looked at me with incredulity. I told him that Saudi Arabian nomads thought it a delicacy and he looked at me with disgust.
©David Melody