It seemed he had been swept rather far from his family, as it took a while for them to reach the makeshift tent his father erected to protect them from the sandstorm.
" Ali Baba!" Jawaher cried as she rushed out to him, one hand clutching a bundle and the other holding the boy's face, checking him for any wounds or injuries. " Are you alright? I was really worried about you! Why would you let go of my hand and go into that storm? You don't do that again, understood!"
His mother neither allowed him time to answer her questions nor to even react to her order before she swept him into a hug. " I'm really glad you're alright…" she heaved a relieved, shaky breath.
" I'm sorry…" the boy tried to get away from her so he could give her back her necklace. " Here… I picked it up for you…"
