Late that night, Ayyub heard a soft knock at the door. It was his
brother Shirkuh asking for news.
‘The baby hasn’t come yet. The mother’s having a bad time.’
The father looked at his brother. ‘Why are you hurrying?’
‘Ayyub. I’ve just killed a man by mistake, but I was angry.’
‘Shirkuh! Why did you do this? It’ll be difficult for us here in
Tikrit. The man’s family will make trouble.’