My mother had just finished her evening prayers. She folded the prayer rug and put it on a shelf. She turned around to go out and prepare dinner. Then she saw us standing on the threshold of the door. She looked like she had cried a lot in the hours since she had expected us to reach home. My father hugged her. “It’s okay, it is okay. We’re fine. You see, nothing happened to us. We are the cats with seven lives,” my father whispered as he rubbed her back. My mother opened her arms for me, and the three of us stood clinging to one another as if the world and whatever it might bring would never be allowed to separate us. I needed to bathe, but I wanted to find Wakeel first. My mother said that he had waited for us, but when we did not show up and it was getting dark, he went back to Makroyan to be with our grandfather. Ever since his father had disappeared, Wakeel always felt very lonely if Grandfather or I was not nearby. He always had friends. Everyone enjoyed being with him. But he needed to know that either Grandfather or I was somewhere close.
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