The cries of the infant started off from the early hours of the day, loud enough to rouse Qassim and Ali Baba.
" The sun hadn't woken up yet…" the older grumbled as he rubbed sleepily at his eye.
" Get ready. Will be off early today. Qassim, help me out. Ali Baba, get your sister from your mother so she can get her things," Aws told them as he got ready as well.
Ali Baba went to grab the girl, still crying out loud, rocking her gently to calm her, while the tent was pulled down and all of their things were packed.
Not before long, they were on the move again as the sun was slowly peeking from behind the dunes. Aws held the restless infant in his arm, hoping to relieve his wife a bit after her sleepless night.
" Qassim, keep your eyes open, you tell me of any sign of a nearby caravan."
Qassim puffed his chest up proudly at that. " You can depend on me, Baba."
