Six years before our Yusuf here was born, I was near the river
Tigris catching some birds for your mother to cook for dinner.
Suddenly, I saw a man on the other side of the water. He was having
trouble running. He had blood all over his face and clothes, but he still
carried his sword. Behind him I could see many soldiers riding fast
horses. I thought quickly. Near me was a small fishing boat. I jumped
in and pushed it across the river with a long stick.