‘Good news, thank God! The child is born. But look at him.
He’s very small and weak. I don’t think that he’ll live through
the night. The mother too is very ill,’ she said.
‘There’s nothing to be done. We must go now!’ Ayyub held his
new son. ‘I’ll call you Yusuf because you must find a new life
away from where you were born, like the Prophet Yusuf did in
Egypt long, long ago.’