Last King of Damascus


Jennifer Keogh Armstrong


























Last King of Damascus

by Jennifer Keogh Armstrong




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homas Chacour adjusted his sunglasses. It was unbearably hot. Already sweat was forming under his arms and running down his back. He looked around and saw that he wasnユt the only one with the problem. A lot of men and even some of the women had blotchy sweat stains on their clothing.

He was outside the Damascus International Airport, waiting for his second (or was it third?) cousin, to pick him up.

The late afternoon sun seemed to be shining directly on him.

This whole trip had been his momユs idea. Her name was Saramma but it had changed to Umm Thomas, the day he was born. It was an Arabic thing. Even his own name reflected his Arabic heritage because he had been named after his paternal grandfather, Thomma.

But this was where his genealogy got complicated. His mother had an Arabic mother and an English father. His father had an Arabic father and an English mother. So, when his parents met at the University of Toronto, they had had a lot in common. They knew what it was like to grow up in a household that spoke both Arabic and English and mixed the two cultures.

But growing up in Canada, he had learned very little about his Arabic heritage. In fact, with his dark hair and dark eyes, he was often mistaken for Italian.

What had brought about the trip was a question he had asked his mom a few months earlier.

メWhat kind of name is Thomas?モ he had asked at the dinner table. メItユs not Arabic but Jidd Thomma is Arabic, right?モ

Heユd never met his grandfather, Jidd Thomma, but a photo was sitting on the buffet in their dining room, along with all of the other Syrian relatives.

His mother had looked across the table at his father and said, メThatユs something Jidd Thomma should tell you himself.モ

His father, who had been reaching for an olive, paused and looked thoughtful.

メThatユs a good idea,モ he said. メItユs the right time in his life, I think.モ

From that moment forward his fate was sealed.

He was being dragged to downtown Toronto to get a passport. He was being dragged to the travel agency to get a plane ticket. Telephone calls to Syria were being made to arrange his accommodation with relatives.

His protest that he knew no Arabic was met with his motherユs assurance that everyone in Syria knew English and if they didnユt know English, then they knew French. His mom knew that heユd gotten 62% in his last French class but that didnユt stop her.

So, here he was, sweating it out in Damascus.

メAhfwan! Ahfwan! Excuse me!モ A tall slim dark-haired young man hurried up to him. メThomma? Thomma Chacour?モ

メThomas,モ he said. メItユs Thomas.モ

メNa-am! Yes!モ said the young man. メI am Ninan. Your cousin!モ

He held out his hand and Thomas gave it a firm handshake.

His cousin laughed.

メThatユs too strong, cousin! When you meet a friend you should make it more . . .モ Ninan paused to think of a word. メ. . . soft. You know, or else someone thinks you are an enemy challenging him.モ

His first lesson in Arabic culture.

メIユll keep that in mind,モ he said, leaning down to pick up his suitcase. Ninan grabbed a carry-on bag.

メHow old are you, cousin?モ asked Ninan.

メSeventeen,モ he said. メYou?モ

メTwenty. Do you go to madrasa? School?モ

They were heading away from the main building of the airport.

メUh, done with high school. Thinking about college. Not sure what Iユm going to major in.モ

メMajor in?モ asked Ninan, not understanding the phrase.

メUh, you know, what Iユm going to study. What Iユd focus on.モ

メAhhh,モ said Ninan. メI see. I major in Engineering and Architecture.モ

メThat sounds like a safe thing to do.モ


メI mean, it sounds like youユll make a lot of money.モ

メYes, I guess that is important. I have always been interested in the buildings of my people. Damascus is full of beautiful buildings and I want to build something beautiful someday too.モ

メSounds noble.モ

They had reached a small blue car. It wasnユt anything he recognized. Maybe they made cars here in the Middle East. The windows were down and he soon found out why. No air-conditioning.

Ninan was a fast and kind of scary driver. Thomas envied his freedom. Heユd passed his driverユs test but his parents had told him if he wanted a car, heユd have to buy it himself.

 メSo who am I staying with?モ he asked Ninan.

メJidd Thomma and his daughter, Mariam. Sheユs a widow, no children. So she takes care of Jidd Thomma.モ

メWhatユs he like?モ

Ninan laughed.

メHe talks about one thing. Only one thing. How his Ab, father, rode with Faisal in the great Arab Revolt against the Turks.モ

メWho? What?モ

Ninan, despite that he was in the middle of making a lane change, looked at Thomas with surprise.

メYou do not know about the Arab Revolt?モ

Thomas shook his head.

Ninan smiled.

メWell, you will by the time Jidd Thomma is done with you. But I promise you this, I will stop by as many times as I can to take you out and to give you a break.モ

That sounded kind of ominous. Give him a break from what? What had his mother gotten him into?

He stared out the window, partly to feel as much breeze as he could and partly to take in the new sights. The terrain was rugged and the buildings were infrequent, though the traffic on the highway was brisk. The cars were full of travelers coming to and from the airport – mostly Arabs and many of the men in the traditional keffiyahs and the women in the hijabs.

メIt seems kind of quiet for a city,モ he said.

メOh, this isnユt Damascus,モ explained Ninan. メThe airport is outside the city.モ

Thomasユs head swiveled at the sight of some goats by the side of the road with a Bedouin boy watching them.

It didnユt take them long to reach Damascus and then Thomas got his first glimpse of an Arab city.

What surprised him was the number of modern buildings, high rises, and signs with English. Some of the names were familiar hotels and familiar products. But it was all interspersed with Eastern style. And everywhere he turned there was a minaret in the distance indicating a mosque.

The roads were crowded with closed in shops as well as open-air vendors who were selling everything from live chickens to high heeled shoes. Several booksellers just had their books on racks on the sidewalk and didnユt seem to have any more claim to that particular space than anyone else.

The driving was really freaky. He wasnユt sure if there were even lanes. Everyone just seemed to follow the person in front of them and there was a lot of honking.

Jidd Thomma and ヤAmmi (Aunt) Mariam lived in an apartment on a street that was lined with apartments. They were low-rise compared to the ones in Toronto, mostly five or six stories. The street had a shabby but graceful look. Some of the doors were painted bright blue or green and a lot of the windows had flower boxes.

After parking in front of one of the apartments, Ninan pushed open an iron fence that guarded the premises, and then through a set of wooden doors.

There was no sign of an elevator, only a spiraling staircase. Ninan, who was carrying Thomasユs suitcase, had no problem climbing the five stories, but Thomas was huffing and puffing.

Before Ninan could knock, a door was swung open and a dark-haired, middle-aged woman in a print dress and an apron was suddenly on them, hugging both of the young men, kissing their cheeks.

メMarhaban! Marhaban! Hello! Hello! Ahlan wa-sahlan! Welcome!モ

She had her hands firmly on their backs and they were being escorted into a small, but bright, living room. The walls were painted white and were decorated with red-patterned tapestries and gold-framed paintings of birds. There were colourful cushions on the cream couches. In the corner, in a wooden wicker chair, sat an old man.

メJidd Thomma!モ said ヤAmmi Mariam. メThe boys are here! Look! Itユs Thomas! All the way from Canada!モ

Jidd Thomas, with his full head of grey hair and his sparkling dark eyes, looked like heユd be a lot of fun to get to know. His smile was broad. He might have been old, but he gave the impression of great energy.

メSit! Sit!モ he said, waving to one of the couches. He put a book that he had been reading down on the table beside him. メSo, you have come at last, Thomma?モ

Somehow, Thomas didnユt want to correct him on the name. He resigned himself to being Thomma.

メYes, grandpa. Jidd, I mean. Iユm here.モ

メCome to learn about your glorious past, I hope? Did your father tell you of how his Jidd Geverghese rode with Faisal in the great Arab Revolt?モ

Ninan jabbed Thomas in the ribs, as if to say, I told you so, but Thomas was puzzled.

メGeverghese?モ he said. メDad always called him George.モ

Jidd Thomma shrugged. メThat is probably the English equivalent. Named for the saint, of course.モ

Thomas nodded. He didnユt know about any saint.

メYes,モ said Jidd Thomma, leaning back in his chair. メJidd Geverghese was born in 1900. The great Arab Revolt began right here in Damascus. You see, we were under Turkish rule at the time . . .モ

His story was interrupted by ヤAmmi Mariam coming out of the kitchen with a tray full of food.

メYou must be so hungry,モ she said, putting the tray down on the coffee table. It looked a lot like the food his mother would make – pita bread, hummus, a bowl of olives, dates, and of course, the ever-present coffee.

メBeteb tishrub qahwi?モ she asked, holding up the brass coffeepot.

メUh, yes,モ he said.

メNaユam,モ said Ninan.

ヤAmmi Mariam handed each young man a small brass cup with the thick, dark liquid.

メSo,モ continued Jidd Thomma, accepting a cup from ヤAmmi Mariam. メYou know about Faisal, of course?モ

Thomas shook his head as ヤAmmi Mariam passed him the plate of bread.

Jidd Thommaユs eyebrows rose.

メWell, we start from the beginning then . . .モ

メMa hella! Ma hella! Not now!モ said ヤAmmi Mariam, sitting down on the other couch. メBaユdane. Later! Now, letユs hear about your flight,モ she said to Thomma. メIt was long, naユam?

メYes,モ said Thomas, dipping a piece of his bread into the hummus. メBut I slept a lot. And they showed some movies.モ

メAh, that is good that you can sleep on a plane,モ said ヤAmmi Mariam, approvingly. メHere, try these dates.モ She held the bowl out to him.

メThese are good!モ he said as he tried a few.

ヤAmmi Mariam laughed.

メYou donユt get fresh dates in Canada!モ she said with delight. メThese are fresh!モ

メIt makes a difference,モ agreed Thomas.

メYou will take some back to your mother,モ said ヤAmmi Mariam. メShe probably misses fresh dates. Ihkli, tell me, where does your mother do her shopping?モ ヤAmmi Mariam leaned forward in anticipation of the answer.

メWell,モ said Thomas, chewing and swallowing another date before answering. メWe have big grocery stores, of course, and Mom usually buys all of her stuff there.モ

ヤAmmi Mariam looked disappointed.

メBut there is an Arabic section of Toronto,モ said Thomas quickly. メItユs on Lawrence Avenue, at around Pharmacy.モ

メLawrence Avenue?モ said Jidd Thomma. メThat is a coincidence, yes?モ

Thomas was puzzled but he nodded.

メSo we go there too. And thatユs where Mom buys all of her nuts and dried fruits. Oh, and coffee. And thereユs a bakery where we buy all sorts of things . . .モ Unfortunately, Thomas couldnユt remember the names of any of the pastries his mom would buy, though he enjoyed eating them.

メAnd we always have falafel when weユre there,モ he concluded.

Ninan laughed.

メHere, I survive on falafel! I will take you to the best place . . .モ

メWell, it sounds like your mother is OK,モ said ヤAmmi Mariam, clearly relieved that her relatives had proper Arabic foods, even in Canada.

Ninan left after the meal.

Thomas was taken to a small but pleasant bedroom. His window looked down into a communal courtyard that had a few trees but was mostly patio stones. Despite that it was now evening, some children were still playing.

After putting his clothing away in the dark wooden dresser, he returned to the living room.

Jidd Thomma and ヤAmmi Mariam were watching a small television. They were laughing. Thomas sat down on one of the couches. Jidd Thomma was laughing so hard that he had to occasionally wipe the tears from his eyes.

 When an ad came on, Jidd Thomma turned to Thomas.

メDid you understand any of it?モ

Thomas shook his head.

メNot even a word?モ Jidd Thomma was puzzled. メDonユt you know any Arabic?モ

Thomas shook his head again.

Jidd Thommaユs eyes widened in horror and he turned to ヤAmmi Mariam. メNot a word,モ he said, shaking his head. メWhy do you not learn any Arabic?モ he asked, turning back to Thomas.

Thomas didnユt want to say, because itユs boring.

メUh, I guess Iユve just been busy . . .モ

メBusy? Busy?モ Jidd Thomma looked as if he might stand up from his chair. メWho is too busy too learn about his own heritage? My father fought alongside Faisal so that we would have the right to speak Arabic . . .モ Jidd Thommaユs voice was rising.

メIskut! Iskut! Hush!モ said ヤAmmi Mariam to her father as the show started again.

Reluctantly, Jidd Thomma turned his attention back to the screen.

At first, Thomas was a little ticked that his grandfather had been so hard on him. But he decided to shrug it off. After all, everybody here seemed to know English really well even though most of them would never travel to North America. So being bilingual was probably just the normal thing with them. Jidd Thomma probably thought that if he knew English, everybody in North America should know Arabic.

Thomas settled back in the couch to watch the show. But without understanding any of it, it got boring pretty quickly, so he soon excused himself to go to bed.

















hen he woke up, and came out of his room rubbing his eyes, he found out from Jidd Thomma that ヤAmmi Mariam had already left to go food shopping. Sheユd left some pita bread and boiled eggs for his breakfast.

Jidd Thomma was sitting in his chair in the corner, reading. He put his book down and smiled when Thomma came out.

メMy eyesight is not so good,モ said Jidd Thomma. メWhat is that over on the floor? Has my dear Mariam dropped her shopping list?

Thomas headed over to the door where there seemed to be a piece of paper.

メI dunno,モ he said, picking it up and bringing it back to Jidd Thomma. メI think itユs a note. Looks like someone pushed it under the door.モ

メStrange,モ said Jidd Thomma. メWhat does it say?モ

Thomas was staring at the paper.

メUh, it says, Please help me. I need you. Please. Then thereユs a lot of Arabic writing.モ

Jidd Thomma shook his head.

メCrazy joke,モ he said, standing up and heading into the kitchen. メSomebody being silly. Do you like lime tea, Thomma?モ he called back over his shoulder.

メUh, sure,モ said Thomas, still staring at the paper. He didnユt think it was a joke. It sounded serious. Since it had been pushed under the door, it could have come from anyone. It could have even come from someone who saw him arrive yesterday and thought that maybe he could help them.

But what did the Arabic writing say?

One way to find out! Ninan!

Ninan had left him his phone-number and told him to call anytime. Well, this was anytime.

メUh, Jidd Thomma?モ he called out in the direction of the kitchen. メCan I call Ninan?モ

メOf course,モ was the reply. メGet that sleepy-head out of bed!モ

But Ninan hadnユt been sleeping. He had been on the way out the door to his first class of the day. Thomas explained about the note and he was instantly interested.

メIユll come over right after my classes,モ he said. メOn Tuesday I only have two classes so I should be there before lunch.モ

Jidd Thomma shuffled out of the kitchen with the tray of bread, eggs and lime tea. He set it down on the coffee table and before starting, said a prayer in Arabic.

Now that they were alone, Thomas braced himself for a history lecture. The great Arab Revolt. But Jidd Thomma surprised him.

He asked a lot of questions about his father and mother. What were they up to these days? Was his mother still working in a library? Did his father still dream of buying a motorcycle? It was news to Thomas that his father had ever dreamed of buying a motorcycle.

Jidd Thomma also asked him about school. What were his favourite subjects? Did he like to read?

Just to be polite, Thomas asked Jidd Thomma what he was reading.

Idd Thomma picked up the book on the table and handed it to him. メIt is the Bible,モ he said. メKtab il-mqaddas. Do your parents take you to Mass?モ

Thomas nodded as he looked at the Arabic book. It had never occurred to him that the Bible could be in Arabic too.

メI will too. In Syria, we are Nasara, Christians. If you want to say I am a Christian, just say, ana Nasrani.モ

メAna Nasrani,モ repeated Thomas.

There was a knocking at the door and Thomas was sent to open it for ヤAmmi Mariam who came in with mesh bags full of Arabic bread, a chunk of cheese, nuts, tomatoes, cucumbers, eggplant and a whole leg of lamb. There were also some bottles of wine.

メIt is a big celebration tonight,モ explained Jidd Thomma.

ヤAmmi Mariam had given them a big smile before heading straight to the kitchen with her purchases.

メWhat are we celebrating?モ

Jidd Thomma laughed.

メYou, of course! You coming to Dimashq. ヤAmmi Mariam will spend all day in the kitchen making her famous cheesecake and almond cookies and baba ghanouj and tabboulah and lamb and rice . . . Mmmm!モ Jidd Thomma rubbed his stomach in anticipation. メA real feast! And you will get to meet everyone.モ

After breakfast, Jidd Thomma returned to his Bible. Thomas carried the tray into the kitchen. ヤAmmi Mariam took it, but shooed him out of the kitchen when he asked her if she needed any help.

It was just as well because half an hour later, Ninan was at the door.

Jidd Thomma nodded his greeting and the two young men went into Thomasユs room.

メSee,モ said Thomas, pulling the note out of his back pocket. メJidd Thomma thinks itユs a joke. I think itユs real. What does the Arabic say?モ

Ninan was quickly skimming the note.

メI agree with you,モ he said. メThe Arabic part says, I will be at the National Museum of Damascus special exhibit at 1:00. Please help me. Tell no one.モ

メWow,モ said Thomas. メWhat should we do?モ

メGo to the National Museum of Damascus, of course. Come on!モ

They exited the bedroom.

メJidd Thomma,モ said Ninan. メIs it OK if I take Thomas to the Museum? I think he needs a bit of culture.モ He laughed at the look on Thomasユs face.

メThatユs a good idea, Ninan,モ said Jidd Thomma. メBut bring him back by khamsi!モ

メFive oユclock,モ nodded Ninan.

And they were out the door, running down the staircase to Ninanユs car parked outside.

メIユm hungry,モ said Ninan. メLetユs pick up some falafels first.モ

Thomas agreed. He was always up for eating.

As they drove through the crowded streets, Thomasユs head couldnユt stop swiveling. There were cars of all kinds, trucks loaded with produce, men with donkey carts loaded with produce, a man on horseback, bicycles, yellow taxis. It seemed wherever he turned he saw something new. He wouldnユt have been surprised to see Bedouins on camels. Everybody seemed to have equal claim to the road but Thomas pitied any pedestrians that tried to cross it.

There were modern buildings as well as run-down old buildings. A lot of tall hotels. Many stores had signs in Arabic and English.

The air was filled with smog and Thomas wished that Ninan had air-conditioning so that they didnユt have to keep the windows down.

Ninan turned down a quieter street and pulled up in front of a small open-air restaurant.

メIユll run in and get them,モ he said. メYou can stay here and make sure the car does not get towed away.モ Ninan had double-parked.

Thankfully, in the two minutes that Ninan was gone, nobody did anything worse than honk at the car.

Ninan handed Thomas a falafel sandwich wrapped in paper.

メMmm,モ said Thomas taking a bite. メSpicy. Spicier than the ones we get.モ

Ninan reached into a paper bag and handled him a bottle of Coke.

メHey!モ said Thomas. メThis is cool! Arabic writing!モ

メWhat did you expect?モ asked Ninan, his mouth full as he started the engine.

メUmmm, good point. Itユs just that Iユve never seen a Coke bottle in a different language. Iユll have to take it home as a souvenir.モ

Ninan shook his head, as if it was going to take awhile to get used to these crazy foreign ideas.

They were back on the main road and speeding along with all the other traffic. Ninan seemed to have no problem eating, drinking, and keeping up with all of the cars who seemed to not worry about things like signaling for lane changes. Ninan might fail a driverユs test in Canada, but he was an awesome driver.

Thinking how far apart everything was in Toronto, Thomas expected at least a half-hour drive, but it was only ten minutes later that Ninan was looking for a parking spot.

After finding a spot, they still had to walk a bit.

The grounds around the National Museum were spacious and grassy with enough statues and ornaments to keep the eyes busy.

メLook!モ said Thomas, pointing. メItユs like a castle!モ One of the buildings had a facade that looked like an ancient fairytale castle.

メThatユs the entrance,モ said Ninan. He glanced at his watch. メWeユre a bit early, but thatユs good.モ

It cost 150 Syrian pounds to get inside, but Ninan assured Thomas that that was only about three dollars.

A guard directed them to the special exhibit.

A big sign at the entrance of the room said, メThe Arab Revolt.モ

メJidd Thomma should be here,モ said Ninan as they entered the spacious room. メThis is what heユs always talking about. Look over there . . .モ He pointed to a life-size photograph. メThatユs the famous Faisal.モ

Thomas turned to look at the man wearing a traditional Arab outfit – white silk robes with a keffiyeh held in place by a gold agal and the curved dagger at stomach level. He had a slim face, elegant hands, and piercing dark eyes. Young. Maybe around thirty, at the most.

メSo who was he?モ

メWell, as Jidd Thomma has told me a thousand times, he was one of the sons of the Sharif of Mecca. You know what that is, yes?モ

Thomas shook his head.

メYou have led a sheltered life, cousin,モ said Ninan, shaking his head. メYou know, the Sharif of Mecca is the guardian of Mecca. That was all way back when the Hijaz wasnユt part of Saudi Arabia.モ

Thomasユs blank face caused Ninan to roll his eyes.

ヤYou do know that there was a time when Arabia was not Saudi Arabia, yes?モ

メUh, like five hundred years ago?モ

メMore like a hundred years ago. So Faisal is an Emir, a prince, of the Hijaz. And the Turks ruled the Middle East. They were Muslim, but a lot of the Arabs were angry when they started to make everyone speak Turkish. They even started killing the Arab nationalists and thatユs when Faisal joined in. There is a story of how he heard of the number of Arab leaders who had been killed and he tore off his keffiyeh and threw it on the ground and screamed, death is sweet, O Arabs!モ

Thomas looked at the graceful and dignified man in the picture.

メWhat does that mean, exactly?モ he asked.

メIt is a call to fight. It is sweeter to die than live under tyranny.モ

メWell, I donユt see too many Turks around, so I take it the Arabs won?モ

Ninan nodded.

メThis was around the time of World War I. So Turkey joined the war on the side of Germany and suddenly England thought that an Arab Revolt would be a good idea. So England supplied the Arabs with weapons and sent some men to go to Arabia as advisers . . .モ

Ninanユs story was interrupted by someone coming into the room.

It was a young woman. Her hair was long, her eyes round and dark. She was dressed Western-style in jeans and a black sweater.

Could she be the one who was in trouble?

Ninan looked at Thomas knowingly. The girl glanced at them as she walked over to one of glass cases to examine the メflag of the Arab Revoltモ – black, white and green with a red triangle on the left side. The glass case was devoted to showing how many other Arab flags had been modeled after the flag of Arab Liberation, including the Iraqi flag, the Jordanian flag and the Palestinian flag.

メAhfwan,モ said Ninan, walking over to the young woman. メAhfwan yiiaユanisa.モ Excuse me, miss. He and the young woman had a rapid exchange in Arabic that ended with Ninan heading back to Thomas.

メShe is not the one,モ he said, embarrassed. メIt is too early anyhow.モ

As long as the girl was in the room, he pretended to stare at a glass case all about メThe Great Betrayal.モ

In order to cover up for the embarrassment, Thomas asked Ninan what the Great Betrayal was.

メOh, well, how it goes is this . . . Faisal rode into Damascus a hero. The crowds were all excited. It is Jidd Thommaユs favourite story because his Ab was there, riding along with Faisal. I think there were 1,500 Arabs on horses riding behind Faisal. And the army of the Arab Revolt had already arrived in Damascus a few days earlier. So it was quite the exciting times. The Turkish flag got ripped down and the Arab flag got run up and the people celebrated.モ

メBut whatユs the betrayal?モ

メWell, General Allenby was the British commander and right away, he called Faisal and they met at some hotel and General Allenby told him that the French had interests in Syria. And I cannot really remember it all, but Jidd Thomma has it all memorized. Something along the lines of there was an Arab counsel and they made Faisal king of Syria. Then the European powers met at some place called San Remo and they divided up Syria. The French got this part of Syria and the Lebanon. The British got Palestine and Trans-Jordan and Iraq. They broke it all up, you see. Look, it is all here.モ Ninan pointed to a map that showed how England and France had divided up the Middle East after World War I.

Until the girl left the room, Thomas concentrated on an article all about some peace conference at Versailles, the palace in Paris. Faisal had attended but none of the European powers had given the Arabs the independence they had fought for. Frustrated, Faisal had driven by and thrown cushions at the headquarters of the British delegates. That made Thomas laugh and he pointed it out to Ninan.

By this time, the girl had left so Ninan had cheered up.

メCome on,モ he grabbed Thomasユs hand and pulled him over to an exhibit. Thomasユs father had warned him that in Arab countries, it was normal to hold hands with a man so donユt feel uncomfortable if it happens. It would take some getting used to though.

メThis is good stuff,モ he said, as they looked down at a glass case full of daggers, swords, and old rifles.

Then they looked at the blown-up photos that were covering the walls. There were a lot of men on camels, men on horses. One photo showed men in front of a well.

メIt says here that the Turkish soldiers would throw dead camels into the wells in order to contaminate the water,モ said Thomas. Thankfully, the captions underneath the photos were in Arabic, English and French.

メYes,モ said Ninan. メThey would do the same at the oases. Sometimes the men would just have to drink it anyhow.モ

Thomas made a face.

メI wouldnユt have,モ he said.

メYes, you would have,モ said Ninan. メI am not a Bedouin but I know that if you live in the desert and the wells and oases are far apart, then you just have to drink the water that is available. Either that or die of thirst.モ

メBut wouldnユt you die of poisoning if you drank contaminated water?モ asked Thomas.

Ninan shrugged.

メMaybe. Or maybe just get a bellyache.モ

メWhoユs that guy?モ asked Thomas, pointing to a picture of a man in a traditional Arab outfit, except that he didnユt look Arab. He had a long, pale face. He was crouched down and looking directly into the camera.

メYou do not know?モ Ninan was incredulous.

This was starting to become a theme. Everyone shocked at how little he knew.

Before Ninan could enlighten him, a large group of children entered the room, escorted by two ladies.

メMust be from a madrasa, school,モ said Ninan.

Thomas glanced at his watch and then looked again.

It was exactly one oユclock!

メThis could be it!モ he said to Ninan. メItユs one oユclock!モ

メBut a child?モ said Ninan.

メWhy not?モ asked Thomas. メIn fact, it makes sense. A kid could need help. Who knows whatユs going on . . .

メYou could be right,モ said Ninan. メWe will see if anyone tries to get our attention.モ

The children were somewhere between the age of ten and twelve. Most of them looked bored. Theyユd probably already done up a lot of the museum. A few of the boys were horsing around, deliberately bumping into one another and ineffectually being hushed by the teachers.

A tour guide was leading them and they began the slow round of touring all the glass cases. When one of the boys rushed over to look at the swords, he was hurried back by a teacher to look at the first case that contained the flag.

メToo bad,モ said Ninan. In order to appear like normal museum visitors, they were examining a glass case that contained some sort of explosives. メThey will make it boring for the children, but it is really quite interesting.モ

メI thought you were tired of it all,モ said Thomas.

Ninan shrugged.

メWell, tired of hearing Jidd Thomma talk about it. But look at this.モ

Thomas looked down at the explosives.

メSee, these were used to blow up the railway lines. The Turks relied on the railway lines to transport troops and supplies. But a lot of the Arabs and their English advisers went out and blew up the railway lines. It was dangerous work but exciting too. They would gallop in, set the explosives, brush the sand clear of tracks, and then hide while they waited. Then they would detonate the explosive when the train went by.モ

メThen what?モ This was cool stuff.

メThen, if there were a lot of Turkish troops they would have a battle. And the Arabs would win. And then they would loot the train.モ

メThat kind of sounds familiar,モ said Thomas. メI think Iユve seen that in a movie. Or something.モ

メOne train was loaded with supplies for the Turkish garrison in Medina. The Arabs had it under siege so supplies were important. It had lots of food and drinks and cigarettes for the soldiers. So it was great for the Arabs to keep it from getting through to Medina.モ

Thomas nodded.

メBut Faisal,モ continued Ninan, メwas so addicted to smoking that he felt sorry for the Turkish soldiers not having their cigarettes. So he had some mules loaded up with cigarettes and sent to the soldiers in Medina.モ

メEven though they were the enemy?モ

Ninan laughed.

メYes, that was what made Faisal such a good leader. He did things like that. And I think his greatest strength was that he brought all the Arab leaders together so that they could fight under one flag.モ

Thomas glanced at the children who were now in front of the wall of photographs. It would be awhile before they made it to the explosives.

メWhatユs the big deal with that?モ he asked. メI thought the Arabs already didnユt like the Turks.モ

メThey did not but you do not know much about Arabs, do you?モ

Thomas sighed.

メYes,モ he said. メI believe that youユve made that point before.モ

メSorry,モ said Ninan. メI do not know much about Kanadaa, Canada, either. The thing with the Arabs was that they were always fighting each other. By tribes, you know. There were camel raids and blood feuds and Faisal was the only one who could sit them all down in his tent and work out all the differences. Sometimes he would settle debts with his own money. And he would punish the wrongdoers so that a blood feud would not break out. And that is how he held them all together so that they could fight as one.モ

メHe was a peacemaker among the Arabs.モ

メExactly,モ said Ninan, punching him in the arm in approval. メAnd he always put Arabs first. Whether they were Muslim or Christian. It did not matter with him. Always Arabs first. That is why Jidd Thomma likes him even though he was a Muslim, not a Christian. And, of course, he had many Christian friends, the most famous one, of course, ノモ

At that moment, one of the boys from the class flew over to Thomas and grabbed him by the shirt.

Thomas was so startled, he nearly lost his balance.

メMusaaユadi! Musaaユadi!モ cried the boy. メHelp me, sir! Help me, sir!モ

Thomas grabbed the boy to keep them both from falling.

An irate teacher came over to escort the boy back to the group and the boy grinned and bowed as his classmates clapped and cheered.

Ninan and Thomas looked at each other.

メCould it be?モ asked Ninan.

メI dunno,モ said Thomas. メHe doesnユt look too upset to me.モ

The boy was receiving slaps on the back for his stunt. And it was true. He didnユt seem upset and he wasnユt even looking back at Thomas and Ninan.

After the school children left, the room was quiet.

Ninan glanced at his watch.

メ1:28,モ he said. メI think the person might not be able to come.

メThatユs awful,モ said Thomas. メI wonder what happened?モ

メMaybe it is a joke, like Jidd Thomma said.モ

メDo you think so?モ

メNo,モ said Ninan. メI think itユs real.モ

But even though they stayed another fifteen minutes, no one approached them.

メWell,モ said Ninan. メI do not have to have you back until five. So would you like me to take you around Damascus a bit?モ


メWell, just to complete our tour of things related to the Arab Revolt, how about I show you Martyrユs Square?モ said Ninan, as they headed back out of the museum into the bright sunlight.

メSure,モ said Thomas. メWhyユs it called Martyrユs Square?モ

The grounds of the Museum were full of tourists -- Westerners speaking English, French and German; Damascenes standing around talking Arabic, women dressed head-to-toe in black leading small children; women dressed in the Western style leading small children; it was like the streets, crowded with so much variety.

メA lot of Arab nationalists were martyred there in 1916. That is what got the Arab Revolt going. Faisal was furious and agreed that it was time to revolt against the Turks. See, up to that point, his father and his brother, Abdullah, were all for revolt but Faisal wanted to wait a bit. He was worried that they would just throw off Turkish rule and then have the French move in.モ

メIsnユt that what happened?モ

Ninan nodded.

メBut in any case, it is what got Faisal into the revolt and he was really the leader of it once it got going.モ

By this time, they were at the car.

Ninan unlocked the doors and the first thing they did after getting in was unroll the windows.

メWhatユs that smell?モ asked Thomas as they were driving.

メProbably the river.モ Ninan waved a hand in a western direction.

If possible, the buildings seemed to get even more congested. Ninan provided an explanation.

メMartyrユs Square is pretty much the centre of the new part of Dimashq,モ said Ninan.

They were passing hotels and stores of all kinds – everything from bookstores to butcher shops.

It was a short drive to Martyrユs Square.

メHere it is,モ said Ninan, pointing. メItユs kind of hard to get out and look around so Iユll just drive around it. You can get the best baklava in the world over there,モ he said pointing to a small outdoor cafe. メWe will have to go there sometime.モ

Thomas got a glimpse of fountains and bridges that crossed over the river. Traffic continually circled around it. Ninan passed by it twice to let Thomas get a better look.

メJidd Thomma has a nice old photo of it in his bedroom,モ said Ninan. メYou should ask him if you can look at it. It looked like it was a real place to walk around when the picture was taken.モ

メWe will go up Rami Street,モ said Ninan, making a turn. メThen up An-Naser. That will take us to the Hedjaz Station. Itユs something to see.モ

Ninan switched on the radio and they listened to the Arabic singing for the short trip.

When they had found a parking spot and were walking again, Ninan explained the importance of the Hedjaz Station.

メThe Turks built it in the early twentieth century. That was when a lot of people began taking the train to the Hijaz, for the pilgrimage to Mecca . . . Ah! Hon! Here it is!モ

Thomas didnユt know much about architecture, but he had to agree that the station was impressive, grand with its columns and arched openings.

メCome on!モ said Ninan. メThereユs an old Ottoman car thatユs been turned into a bar. It has a lot of atmosphere.モ

Thomas didnユt ask about the legal drinking age in Syria.

Ninan led Thomas to the main platform.

There were a few other old carriages on the grass, looking as if they had just been put out to pasture and forgotten.

They entered the restored carriage and found themselves in a different time and place. For one thing, it was quiet. The d残or was elegant.

メThis place goes back to the days when Faisal was king,モ said Ninan, taking a seat at a small table with plush chairs. メTwo Baradas,モ he ordered when a man came to the table to take their order. メItユs our local beer,モ he explained to Thomas. メAnd itユs cheap.モ

The heat had left Thomas feeling thirsty and the beer was refreshing.

Thomas looked around.

メIt does have atmosphere,モ he agreed. メMakes me think of some spy story, you know, the Orient Express, or something.モ

Ninan nodded.

メYes,モ he said. メHistory is interesting. I guess I should not make so much fun of Jidd Thomma. I wonder sometimes what it would have been like to have been in the Arab Revolt, riding a camel behind Emir Faisal and waving a sword or shooting a rifle. I know it was hard being out in the heat of the desert with no air-conditioning and the Turks trying to kill you, but when it was all over, the stories you could tell . . .モ

Ninan realized what he was saying and both young men burst out laughing.

メExcept that everyone would get tired of hearing them and start to talk about me behind my back!モ he concluded.

メBut Jidd Thomma obviously liked hearing his dadユs stories,モ said Thomas, taking a sip of his beer.

Ninan nodded.

メHe was the youngest son. I think he got to spend the most time with his Ab. His mom died when he was young so when all his other brothers and sisters moved out, he was left alone with his father.モ

メI never thought of him as a little boy,モ said Thomas, staring at the bar without seeing it. メI think I donユt ask my dad enough questions about his life before he came to Canada.モ

メSo youユll have a lot of catching up to do when you get home!モ

Thomas nodded.

After their beers, Ninan suggested that they drive past the Damascus University where he was a student.

They drove back down the streets that they had come, passing once again the Museum and continuing on until they came to another traffic-congested square.

メThis oneユs called Al-Umawyeen Square,モ said Ninan as they made their way along the outside of the roundabout. メIf it has any connection with the Arab Revolt, Jidd Thomma has never mentioned it to me.モ

Ninan took him on a driving tour of the campus.

メItユs our largest, oldest university in Syria,モ said Ninan. メI have a class in there.モ He pointed to a white stone building with a faded red roof, framed by palm trees. メThey have degrees in literature, medicine, law, science, dentistry, everything you can imagine. And the science is all taught in Arabic.モ He gave his cousin a push in the ribs even though he was driving. メYou should come here and learn Arabic.モ

メYeah,モ said Thomas sarcastically. メI think itユs hard enough learning things in English.モ

He looked out the window at the students milling around on the sidewalks, talking, walking, not much different from students back home except that more of the girls were wearing the hijab. The architecture was much more diverse than that of the University of Toronto. He saw a pink building with white columns, an orange and brown brick building, low-rise modern buildings and high-rise student dormitories.

メCome,モ said Ninan, as he parked the car in a lot shaded by palm trees. メI must show you the Faculty of Architecture.モ

They headed down a path to one of the modern-looking buildings.

メWhat do you think?モ asked Ninan as they passed through the doorway into a well-lit atrium.

Thomas looked up.

The whole ceiling was a skylight and yellow bridges enabled people to cross over from one side of the building to the other. All of the rooms were closed in with glass rather than walls, creating a feeling of openness.

メItユs pretty cool,モ said Thomas. メI like it.モ

メMe too,モ said Ninan. メI have a lot of classes here.モ

Ninan took him down to the basement level which still felt like it was full of light thanks to the yellow and green interior. They ran into some friends of Ninan and he introduced them to Thomas. There was some talk about an upcoming test and a project to design a mosque or church.

When they left the Faculty of Architecture, Ninan announced that it was 4:00 and that theyユd have to be getting back soon. But he took such a roundabout route, still showing Thomas all the sights that the Damascus University offered that they didnユt get back to ヤAmmi Mariamユs apartment until 5:00.

They took the stairs two at a time.

ヤAmmi Mariamユs apartment was packed with people and Thomas felt himself being hugged and kissed and introduced to so many people that his head was spinning. To make matters worse, many people were talking in Arabic and he had no idea what they were saying.

Ninan laughed at his discomfiture.

メCome on!モ he said, grabbing his arm and leading him to a table where there was pita bread and hummus and tabbouleh, as well as bowls of nuts and dried fruits. メHave some sherbet.モ He poured a drink from a pitcher into a glass cup.

メThis is different,モ said Thomas sipping it. It was like a fruity frozen soft drink.

メNo sherbet in Canada, I take it,モ said Ninan, pouring himself a glass.

Thomas looked around the room. His relatives sure knew how to have a good time. Many of them were middle-aged, but they were lively, talking rapidly and enjoying each others' company.

メLet me introduce you to some of our cousins,モ said Ninan, grabbing his hand and dragging him over to a corner where two young men and a woman were talking. メThis is Dawud, Butrus, and Saara.モ

This time, Thomas didnユt shake their hands so firmly.

メSo, you are from Kanadaa,モ said Dawud. メI would like to go there.モ

メItユs OK,モ said Thomas. メI like it here too. Everybodyユs really friendly.モ

Dawud, Butrus, and Saara all seemed pleased with his assessment. Dawud was about 20, like Ninan. Butrus looked about 16. Saara seemed to be the oldest, maybe 21. As the evening progressed, he found out that Butrus and Saara were brother and sister. They asked a lot of questions about Canada but they also talked among themselves. Soccer was a popular sport and something that they all enjoyed following on TV. Saara liked to read and asked him about his favourite books. Dawud was busy at school so he and Ninan talked all about their studies. Butrus was still in high school, one run by French Catholics, so he was also fluent in French. He liked cycling and going to movies.

At dinner, ヤAmmi Mariam seated him between his two uncles who were his fatherユs brothers. It was cool to hear stories about his dad when he was a kid. It was stuff his dad had never told him.

Jidd Thomma was right to anticipate a feast. Thomas ate til he was stuffed. He never knew he liked eggplant, but he ate two servings of his auntユs baked eggplant, not to mention the lamb, the rice, all the salads, the olives, the bread and the dips for it.

The evening wound down with coffee and almond cookies and cheesecake.

メCall me if you hear anything else,モ said Ninan, with a knowing look, as everyone started saying their good-byes and heading out.

メYep,モ said Thomas. メI will.モ

ヤAmmi Mariam didnユt want any help in the kitchen, so Thomas went straight to bed. It had been a long day.

















orry I could not meet you. I am a prisoner.モ Then more Arabic writing. The note had been pushed under the door.

Wow! This was serious!

Jidd Thomma and ヤAmmi Mariam were both still in their bedrooms. Thomas took the note back to his bedroom and decided to call Ninan after breakfast.

Jidd Thomma came out into the living room a few minutes later.

メWell, we are on our own for breakfastモ he said to Thomas, rubbing his hands together. メユAmmi Mariam is resting this morning. So I will make you my famous hummus for breakfast.モ He headed for the kitchen.

メHummus for breakfast?モ said Thomas.

メSure, why not?モ

メBecause . . .モ He couldnユt really think of a reason not to have hummus for breakfast except that he never did.

メCome,モ said Jidd Thomma, waving a hand toward him. メI will share my secret recipe with you. It is part of your heritage, after all.モ

Some chickpeas were soaking in water on the counter.  Jidd Thomma got them cooking in a pot over the stove.

Then he had Thomas chopping garlic while he filled a food processor with spices.

メCumin,モ he said, shaking a generous amount in. メChili pepper, salt, black pepper . . .モ

Lemon juice, olive oil and sesame paste were also added. Then he announced that the chickpeas had to simmer for an hour.

メSo we will go out and buy our daily bread.モ

Jidd Thomma threw a sweater on, despite that the heat that was already begin to settle in the air, and they headed down the stairs out into the street. It was a short walk to a small bakery that was, despite the early hour, filled with customers.

Idd Thomma purchased six pitas. The Arabic bread was bigger than the type found in North American supermarkets.

メSo you buy your bread in the morning too?モ he asked Thomas on their way back.

メNo,モ said Thomas. メWe buy loaves of bread in the supermarket and they just sit on the counter until weユre done.モ

Jidd Thomma shook his head.

メFresh bread, Thomma,モ he said. メOur Lord knew about fresh bread. Thatユs why he said, give us today our daily bread.モ

Thomas had never thought about that before.

メI guess youユre right,モ he said.

When they got back, Thomas asked if he could call Ninan.

メOf course,モ said Jidd Thomma. メGet that sleepy-head out of bed.モ

Thomas laughed. Somehow it was even funnier the second time around.

While Jidd Thomma went into the kitchen to check on the chickpeas, Thomas called Ninan.

メWow!モ said Ninan. メThat is exciting! Not that someone is in trouble, but that it is real! I hope we can help them!モ

メWell, the tricky thing is the Arabic. I donユt know what it says.モ

メI will be over right away,モ promised Ninan. メI can read it and then go to school. We will be able to plan once we know what it says.モ

Ninan arrived just as Jidd Thomma announced that his hummus was done.

メSee,モ said Jidd Thomma beaming as Thomas opened the door. メMy hummus is famous. People come from far away to it!モ

Ninan gave Thomas a grin.

They all sat around the small kitchen table and after Jidd Thomma asked a blessing they broke bread and dipped it in the hummus.

Thomas was so hungry at this point that he ate with gusto. Jidd Thomma was pleased.

メSee, chickpeas for breakfast!モ he announced.

メYes,モ agreed Thomas. メItユs not bad.モ

メLet me guess,モ said Ninan. メYou donユt eat hummus for breakfast in Canada?モ

メThatユs right,モ said Thomas. メEggs, toast, potatoes, cereal, pancakes, waffles, oatmeal, but never hummus.モ

メThatユs a lot of food!モ

Thomas burst out laughing.

メNot all in one meal! Sometimes eggs and toast. Sometimes cereal. Sometimes pancakes.モ

メAhhh,モ said Ninan, enlightened. He glanced at his watch and hurried up his eating. メI have got to go soon.モ

Right after breakfast, they hurried to Thomasユs room and Ninan translated the Arabic portion of the message.

メGo to the maktaba by Bab Touma,モ Ninan looked up. メA bookstore by the Gate of Thomas. That is the Christian quarter in the Old City.モ

メYou mean Iユve got a gate named after me?モ said Thomas grinning.

メYes, I guess you do. You and Jidd Thomma.モ

メIt doesnユt give a time.モ

メThat is good,モ said Ninan, looking at his watch again. メBecause I have to go. I can be back at three, though. And we can go then.モ

メSounds good.モ Thomas saw his cousin to the door and then went back to join Jidd Thomma in the kitchen. Jidd Thomma didnユt mind help in the kitchen so Thomas ended up doing the breakfast dishes while his grandfather put the leftover hummus in the refrigerator and wrapped up the bread.

メToday, I will tell you a story,モ said Jidd Thomma when they had returned to the living room.

Now he was going to hear all about the Arab Revolt. Wouldnユt Jidd Thomma be surprised to learn that he already knew a lot about it!

メThere was a man who hated Christians,モ said Jidd Thomma, settling down into his chair. メAnd with the help of the Jews in Jerusalem, he threw as many of them as he could into prison. When that was done, he wanted to go to Damascus to do the same thing there.モ

Thomas was surprised.

メAre you talking about St. Paul?モ he asked.

Jidd Thomma nodded.

メThen you know the story?モ he asked.

メWell, kind of. He was on his way to Damascus and God blinded him and asked him why he was persecuting him.モ

メGood,モ nodded Jidd Thomma. メThen what?モ

メThen he was brought into the city and taken somewhere . . .モ

メTo a street called Straight,モ said Jidd Thomma.

メYeah, thatユs right. And some guy named Annanias got a message from God to go to him and then he could see again . . .モ

メSounds as if you have the general idea. So I will tell you what we will do today.モ His grandfather stood up. メWe will visit Straight Street.モ

メYou mean itユs still here?モ said Thomas standing up too.

メYes, it runs right through the Old City. Now come. No time to waste.モ His grandfather was heading for the door.

They walked the same route they had taken to the bakery that morning but then they kept going. They turned down a short quiet street that took them out to a busier road. Jidd Thomma stopped at a bus stop.

Jidd Thomma seemed to be focusing all of his energies on waiting for the bus, so Thomas just people-watched for the ten minutes that it took for the blue and white bus to come.

Everything about the bus was Arabic, the route number, the advertising on it, and the occupants. Clearly buses were for the locals. Tourists probably took taxis.

Jidd Thomma paid their fare and Thomas let his grandfather have the only seat remaining on the bus. It turned out to be a short distance, which was just as well, because either the bus didnユt have air-conditioning or else it was broken. The amazing thing was how despite the heat, so many people wore long sleeves and pants, or in the case of women, long skirts. He had brought some shorts with him but was glad that heユd put on jeans that morning instead.

メHere!モ said Jidd Thomma, leaping up and grabbing his grandsonユs arm. He hurried him off the bus as it stopped.

They had arrived at the Old City. It was surrounded by old walls.

メThat is the Citadel,モ said Jidd Thomma, pointing to a massive solid structure to their left that blended with the walls. メAnd this is Bab al-Nasr.モ Jidd Thomma pointed to the gate that they would enter the old city through.

His grandfather was not a tour guide. He simply hustled his grandson through the busy streets where vendors sold fruits and vegetables, sandals, brass coffeepots, spices, dolls, carpets, swords, gold jewelry, meat, nuts, dates, olives, confectioneries, scarves, dresses, suits, and where the housewives of Damascus seemed to be out buying it all. There were also tourists kind of wandering aimlessly, snapping photos and being encouraged by the shopkeepers to visit their shops.

But Jidd Thomma didnユt slow down until they came to a particular spot.

メStraight Street,モ he announced.

Thomas peered down the busy road.

メItユs not exactly straight,モ he said.

メItユs straighter than some,モ said Jidd Thomma. Now he was moving more leisurely, stopping to inspect some olives, smiling a greeting to a man selling sandals. メCome, we will have coffee.モ He wandered into a tiny coffee-shop full of older men.

They took two plastic patio chairs and soon a small pot of coffee and two brass cups were brought to their table.

Jidd Thomma greeted many of the patrons, so it was obvious that he came here often.

メMany are Nasara,モ he explained to Thomas.

There were many Arabic comments exchanged and the men laughed a lot. Over the course of several coffees, Jidd Thomma introduced him to a lot of the men. Many of them asked about Canada, how long he was staying in Syria and what he thought of his trip so far.

メI like it,モ he said when asked the last question. メItユs different, but itユs cool.モ

The men looked at each other and one of them simulated shivering. They seemed puzzled.

メIs it more hot than this in Canada?モ asked one of them.  

Thomas didnユt get it at first, but then he realized what heユd said.

メNo, I donユt mean cool as in cold, I mean itユs cool as in . . .モ he couldnユt think of a better word. メAs in, I like it.モ Well, heユd already said that, but it was the best he could do.

The men seemed satisfied with the explanation although one of them continued to look at him strangely.

メWell, that is it,モ said Jidd Thomma, after his third coffee, standing up.

There was no further discussion from Jidd Thomma about Paul or Annanias except for a brief mention that there were chapels dedicated to both men in the Old City. Instead, Jidd Thomma selected some dates and oranges and apricots from a fruit market so that they could have a snack.

メMish-mish,モ said Jidd Thomma, handing Thomma an apricot. メThere, now you know some Arabic.モ

メMish-mish,モ repeated Thomas.

They meandered along Straight Street and the further they went, the quieter it got. There were a lot of antique stores. His mother would have loved it. Heユd have to make a point of coming back sometime to do some present shopping, but for now, he was getting edgy. It was nearly two oユclock and he had to back for three to meet Ninan.

But he didnユt have to worry. As soon as they had walked the length of Straight Street, they were climbing aboard another blue and white bus and heading back to the New City.

Ninan was parking in front of ヤAmmi Mariamユs apartment just as Jidd Thomma and Thomas were arriving back.

メMarhaban!モ called out Ninan. メCan I take him, Jidd Thomma?モ

Jidd Thomma waved his permission.

メThanks Jidd Thomma!モ called out Thomas, as he climbed into Ninanユs car. メI had a good time.モ

Jidd Thomma beamed before heading into the apartment.

メWhere did you go?モ asked Ninan, pulling out into the road.

メStraight Street.モ

メOh, thatユs close to where we are going,モ said Ninan. メWhat did you do?モ

メDrank coffee.モ

Ninan laughed.

メJidd Thommaユs favourite coffee house.モ

Thomas recognized the old city but Ninan parked by a different gate.

メWelcome to your gate!モ Ninan said as they passed through the creamy white gate into a busy neighbourhood. メNow, let us find the nearest bookstore.モ

There was nothing immediately in the vicinity so Ninan asked an older man.

The man nodded, said something and pointed.

メThe nearest one is on Shaari Al Melak Faysal,モ said Ninan, turning down a quieter road. メDown here.モ

メFaysal? Isnユt he . . . ?モ

メYes!モ said Ninan, suddenly realizing. メKing Faisal Street!モ

メHe gets a street named after him?モ

メWell, he was the last king of Syria. He certainly deserves that much.モ

When they turned onto King Faisal Street, the bookstore was right there.

Though the lighting was dim, the proprietor was friendly. The walls were stacked high with books, many of them new, but most of them secondhand. Thomas was surprised to see a lot in English and many of them with a Christian theme.

メWhat should we do now?モ asked Thomas.

Ninan shrugged. He had picked up a book and was casually browsing through it.

メI guess we can just look around and maybe figure out what to do.モ

Thomas focused his attention on the English books. There were quite a few about history, some classics like Shakespeare, and a few works of lighter fiction. Though the proprietor was occasionally glancing their way, nothing of significance seemed to be happening. Thomas wondered whether his father would like an Arabic book as a present.

メWhatユs this?モ he asked, holding up a book with Arabic writing.

メFix-it Yourself Manual,モ said Ninan, reading the plain cover.

Sure enough, when Thomas flipped through it, it was full of pictures of ovens, washing machines, dryers, faucets and toilets. He put it back.

Ninan had picked out an Arabic book.

メWhat is it?モ asked Thomas.

メUmmayad Architecture in Damascus,モ said Ninan.

メOh, school,モ said Thomas. メI like spy thrillers. Do you think they have anything?モ

A casual look around didnユt result in any spy thrillers so they went up to the counter with Ninanユs book.

メI think you might be the two young men I was told to look out for,モ said the proprietor, a middle-aged man wearing glasses, a white shirt and khaki pants.

Thomas and Ninan looked at each other excitedly.

メWe are!モ said Ninan.

メWe got a note to come here,モ added Thomas.

メThen this is for you,モ said the man, reaching under the counter and handing Thomas a book. Thomas started to pull out his wallet but the man waved it away. メItユs already been paid for,モ he explained.

メDo you remember who gave it to you?モ

The man shook his head and smiled.

メCanユt say. Canユt say.モ

メWow!モ said Thomas, as they headed back out into the heat, each holding their books. メThis is so real! I mean, someoneユs serious about needing help!モ

メWhat is the book?モ asked Ninan, nodding toward it.

Seven Pillars of Wisdom,モ said Thomas reading the cover. メMust be some philosophy thing.モ He started flipping through it.

メActually, it is history,モ said Ninan.

Thomas barely heard him.

メLook!モ he said, holding out the book so Ninan could see inside. メSome of the letters are circled! Itユs another message!モ

Ninan's eyes widened as he nodded.

メWe will need paper and a pen. Let us go back to ヤAmmi Mariamユs. We will do it in your room.モ

They hurried back to the car and half an hour later, they were dashing up the stairs and into the apartment.

Jidd Thomma was in his chair reading a newspaper.

ヤAmmi Mariam was drinking tea and got up to greet them both with a kiss.

メWe have some work to do,モ said Ninan. メWe will just be in Thomasユs room.モ

Jidd Thomma nodded from behind his paper.

メTake some cookies,モ said ヤAmmi Mariam, handing Thomas a plate of biscuits.

メThanks ヤAmmi Mariam,モ he said.

メIユll make some tea and bring it in,モ she said, heading into the kitchen.

Thomas thought it would be rude to shut the bedroom door so he left it ajar.

メUhhh, I didnユt exactly pack a notebook and pen in my suitcase,モ he said.

メIユll ask Jidd Thomma.モ Ninan, headed back out into the living room. He returned a few minutes later carrying a tray with a teapot, two mugs, and a notebook and pen.

Ninan poured their tea while Thomas wrote down the first letter.

メM,モ he said.

Ninan nodded as he took a sip of tea.




Thomas put down the book and rubbed his eyes. It was a lot of work looking for the circled letters. Ninan handed him a cup of sugary tea and he took a few tentative sips.

メOK,モ he said, picking up the book again.






He took another break and another few sips of tea.





He had to eat a few cookies to keep up his strength. Ninan was on his second cup of tea and about his tenth cookie.






He was getting near the end of the book so hopefully the message was almost complete.







That seemed to be it. He strained his eyes trying to find any more letters.

メMAISALUNPASSYAUMILKHAMIS,モ he read out loud. メDoes that mean anything to you?モ

Ninan studied the message thoughtfully and took another sip of tea.

メMaisalun Pass Yaum Il Khamis,モ he said. メMaisalun Pass is about 12 miles from here. On the way to Beirut. Yaum il Khamis is Thursday. Tomorrow!モ He looked up at Thomas. メWe have to go there tomorrow!モ

メWhy do you think we have to go to Maisalun Pass?モ asked Thomas.

Ninan shook his head.

メI do not know. It is the place of a famous battle. All I know is that Yusuf al-Azmah died there. He is a famous martyr because he fought the French when they tried to take over Damascus. That was the time when King Faisal had to leave Syria.モ

メMore King Faisal stuff,モ said Thomas.

Ninan shrugged.

メThere is a lot of history in Damascus. You cannot go anywhere without it being some place that something has happened at. Damascus is the longest inhabited city.モ

メIn the world?モ

Ninan nodded.

メThey cannot do archaeological digs because so much just gets built on top of things. So . . . about this . . .モ Ninan waved his hand toward the message. メI can pick you up after my classes tomorrow. I have the same classes as Tuesday so I can be here before lunch. That will give us all afternoon.モ

メSounds good. But I canユt help but wonder how somebody whoユs a prisoner gets out so much. I mean, this sounds like you need a car to get to.モ

Ninan shook his head.

メThere are plenty of buses that run that route because it goes to Beirut. And of course, a taxi is not too expensive. I think what happens is, the person knows that they are going there, so they leave us a message. It might be a young woman living in purdah . . .モ


メThat is when a woman is veiled and cannot go anywhere unless she has a male relative. Perhaps the woman knows that her father or brother is going and that she will be able to go with him. That is what happened at the bookstore, Iユm sure. The bookstore owner does not want to get into trouble for helping a woman. It might anger her father and brothers.モ

メThat sounds like a good theory,モ said Thomas.

メCome,モ said Ninan, picking up the tray, now with empty cups and plate. メLetユs visit with ヤAmmi Mariam and Jidd Thomma. Iユve been taking you around so much they have not seen much of you.モ

They returned to the living room.

メYou will stay for dinner?モ asked ヤAmmi Mariam to Ninan.

メI wish I could ヤAmmi,モ he said, putting the tray down on the coffee table and sitting down on one of the couches. メBut I have a test to study for tonight.モ

メSchool going well?モ asked Jidd Thomma from behind his paper.

メYes, Jidd Thomma. Very well. Soon I will be designing a great cathedral for Syria.モ Ninanユs eyes sparkled.

メGood,モ said Jidd Thomma. メYou design the cathedral. But how shall we fill it with Allah-fearing Christians instead of tourists?モ

メAllah?モ said Thomas, puzzled. メIsnユt he the Muslimユs God?モ

For this, Jidd Thomma put down his newspaper.

メAllah is Arabic for God. Since most Arabs are Muslim, he is the God of the Muslims. But he is also the God of the Christians.モ

メOh, I see,モ said Thomas. メItユs the word for God.モ

Jidd Thomma nodded.

メWell, that is it for me,モ said Ninan, standing up. メI must get home to my studies. I will see you tomorrow, Thomas.モ

Thomas nodded.

ヤAmmi Mariam walked Ninan to the door and then headed toward the kitchen. Soon there were delicious smells coming from the kitchen.

Once again, Jidd Thomma surprised Thomas. He expected some kind of significant talk about his faith, his Arabic culture, but instead, his grandfather leaning forward, picked up the remote on the coffee table and switched on the small television set.

Many of stations were in Arabic but one station was playing Top Gun. In English! Excited, Thomas leaned forward. But Jidd Thomma kept surfing. He settled on a man standing behind a podium, talking in Arabic.

Thomas sighed and leaned back.

He didnユt know why he was so disappointed. He actually had the Top Gun DVD at home and never watched it.

Whatever ヤAmmi Mariam was making was taking awhile so Thomas got up, went to his room, and got the book that the bookseller had given him. It was probably the only English thing in the whole apartment. He returned to the couch and started to read.


















 was so bored, I ended up reading a lot of that book,モ he said to Ninan when they were out in Ninanユs car.

Last nightユs dinner had been some kind of meat inside of grape leaves and had tasted good enough for Thomas to have seconds and then thirds. Theyユd had their coffee and some pistachio pastries out in the living room where Jidd Thomma had turned the TV back on, this time to watch two men talking to each in Arabic at a table. Since ヤAmmi Mariam seemed content to do some sewing and occasionally glance at the TV, he had pulled out the book again.

This morning, breakfast had been prepared by ヤAmmi Mariam and had consisted of Arab-style bread, cheese and olives, along with some tea. メChai,モ she had called it.

After breakfast, Jidd Thomma had picked up his Bible, so Thomas had had more time to read.

メIt was actually quite interesting,モ he said to Ninan. They were heading out of the city. メIt wasnユt philosophy like I first thought. I think it was all about that Arab Revolt everyoneユs always talking about. Itユs by some guy named T.E. Lawrence . . .モ

メYeah, I know him,モ said Ninan. メLurens or Aurens, heユs sometimes called in Arabic. But you English have a different name for him. You know . . .モ He looked at Thomas.

Thomas looked back at him, like, go on.

メThe movie? Lawrence of Arabia?モ

Lawrence of Arabia?モ said Thomas incredulously. メYou mean heユs from the Arab Revolt?モ

メYes,モ said Ninan. メHe was one of Emir Faisalユs English advisers.モ

メOh.モ Thomas thought about this.

Actually, it all kind of made sense. That was why he was always blowing up train tracks.

メRemember?モ said Ninan. メWe saw his picture at the museum?モ

Thomas remembered the pale man in the Arab outfit, crouched down and looking directly at the camera.

メOh, so thatユs the real guy, eh?モ He thought of Peter OユToole in Lawrence of Arabia. They did look sort of similar.

メJust do not talk to Jidd Thomma about that movie,モ said Ninan. The open road out of the city was quieter but everyone was still speeding. メHe says it makes Faisal look like an old tired man. In fact, he was young and quite the warrior.モ

メI know!モ said Thomas, leaning forward in his seat. メHe would charge into battle under gunfire, just to prove that it was OK! And then he would fight til he was exhausted and his servants had to carry him off the battlefield.モ

メAh, so you did do some reading,モ said Ninan, grinning as he passed a slower car. メI have never read the book. You will be ahead of me when you are done.モ

メThe funniest story is when the Arabs go into battle against the Turks and then Faisal and his men look over to see one whole tribe just suddenly turn and leave. Since they couldnユt fight without that tribe, they ended up having to retreat to one of the towns. There they were cursing the tribe that had run away, but that night the tribe that had run away showed up outside the town cursing them for running away!モ

メI do not know this story,モ said Ninan, glancing at Thomas. メWhat happened next?モ

メWell, it turned out that the tribe had only withdrawn because they were tired and wanted to have some coffee.モ

Ninan laughed.

メAnd then when they got back,モ continued Thomas, メthey found that everyone had left so they were forced to carry on the fight against the Turks alone. They were exhausted and pretty mad at being abandoned.モ

Ninan shook his head, still laughing.

メThatユs a good one,モ he said.

There were mountains in the distance and the area got more mountainous as they traveled west of Damascus.

メThe anti-Lebanon mountains,モ explained Ninan. メWe could keep going into Lebanon and onto Beirut.モ

They passed a small village as they traveled up the mountain. A small sign told them that they had reached Khan Maisalun.

メWell, this is it,モ said Ninan, pulling over to the side of the road.

メThereユs nothing here but dirt, rocks, and hydro towers,モ said Thomas getting out of the car. メThis isnユt exactly a tourist destination.モ

メWell, weユll just have to wait a bit,モ said Ninan, going around to his trunk. He pulled out a couple of orange sodas and handed one to Thomas.

メGood thinking,モ said Thomas.

メI didnユt know how long weユd be here. So I brought some drinks. It can get hot out in these places.モ

Thomas knew exactly what he meant. A dry hot wind was blowing.

メSo what exactly happened here?モ he asked.

Ninan took a swig of soda before answering.

メThe French got the mandate for Syria after the European powers divided up the Middle East.モ

メYeah, so whatユs up with that?モ

メWell, that is the whole question. We Arabs were promised our independence and people like Jidd Thommaユs father took up their swords and rifles to fight for it. They fought alongside of the British, but without them, the British would have had to fight the Turks alone and our Arab Northern Army kept the Turks so busy that the British could just move through Palestine all the way north of Damascus. For one thing, the people in the land were on their side instead of on the side of the Turks. The Arabs lost many lives. It was a blood covenant with Britain and when the time came for us to have our independence, Palestine was given to the Jews and Syria to the French.モ

メWow,モ said Thomas, leaning back against Ninanユs car. メThat stinks.モ

メStinks,モ Ninan smiled. メI like that. Anyway, the Arabs had already declared Faisal to be king of Greater Syria. You understand that at that time Syria was a lot bigger?モ

Thomas shook his head.

メIt was Syria, Lebanon, Palestine and Jordan.モ

メSo he was, like, king of a big area?モ

Ninan nodded.

メBut the French told him to get out. At this point, Faisal told his men not to fight anymore, but the Minister of Defense went ahead and organized what was left of the Northern Army as well as some volunteers from Damascus and marched out to meet the French. The French were well-equipped, the Arabs were few and poorly-equipped . . .モ Ninan shrugged and took another swig of orange soda. メThis is where they met and this is where it ended. In fact, over there is the tomb of the Minister of Defense, Yusuf al-Azmah.モ He pointed.

Thomas looked around at the barren landscape and the pass through the mountains. A sudden question occurred to him.

メDid Jidd Thommaユs father fight here?モ

Ninan nodded.

メDid he . . .モ Thomas was afraid to ask, メ. . . die?モ

メNo, Hamdulillah! Praise be to God!モ Ninan was giving him one of those looks. メIf he had, Jidd Thomma would have never been born.モ

Thomas laughed.

メSilly question,モ he said ruefully.

メNo, not really,モ said Ninan. メIt is a lot to take in at once. Iユve been hearing it all my life from Jidd Thomma.モ

Traffic had been steady. A few people stared at them by the side of the road.

A yellow taxi cab pulled off the side of the road and cruised along until it was a few metres from Ninanユs car.

メHe probably thinks our car is broken and is offering us a ride back to Damascus,モ said Ninan, heading in the direction of the taxi, whose driver was climbing out.

Thomas didnユt understand the exchange that took place between the driver, an older man with grey hair, and Ninan. But he did see the driver hand Ninan an envelope and then return to his taxi. Before Ninan had even reached Thomas, the taxi had done a U-turn and was heading back in the direction it came.

メThis gets more and more mysterious,モ said Ninan, waving the envelope. メAll the man said was this had been given to him to deliver to the two young men at Khan Maisalun.モ

メWell, thatユs gotta be us,モ said Thomas.

メOh dear,モ said Ninan, reading the note. メThis is serious. I do not know what we are going to do.モ

メWhat is it? What does it say?モ Thomas was leaning over his cousinユs shoulder trying to read the note but it was all in Arabic.

メIt says, I have been taken to Wadi Rum. I do not know when I shall ever see Damascus again. You are my only hope. You are the only ones who know where I am.モ

メWell, I guess weユd better go to this Wadi Rum place. Where is it? Is it close to here? Do you think we should call the police?モ

メNo,モ said Ninan, staring into the distance as he thought about it all. メWe should not call the police until we know what is going on. But Wadi Rum . . .モ

メYes?モ said Thomas impatiently. メWhat about it? I think we should go right away.モ

メWe cannot just drive to Wadi Rum. You see, it is in Jordan.モ

メIn Jordan?モ Thomas thought about this. メBut I mean, we can drive there . . .モ

メOf course we can drive there. But what am I going to tell Jidd Thomma? That I am just going to take you to Wadi Rum for a few days?モ

They leaned against Ninan's car as the midday sun beat down on them. Thomas was thinking so hard that he didnユt even notice the sweat running down his back.

メThat is it!モ said Ninan, snapping his fingers.


メWe will take Jidd Thomma with us!モ said Ninan. メWe will tell him that we want to hear all about the Arab Revolt! And you will see, he will have his bag packed in five minutes and be sitting in my car waiting for us!モ

メWhat does Wadi Rum have to do with the Arab Revolt?モ asked Thomas.

メOh, it is just one of the places where Aurens rode. They had a camp there I think.モ

メLawrence of Arabia?モ

Ninan nodded. He was already hopping back into the driverユs seat, eager to get back to Damascus and convince his grandfather that they must take an immediate trip to Jordan. Thomas hurried back to the passengerユs side.

メBut what about school?モ asked Thomas, as his cousin made a U-turn and they were speeding back toward Damascus.

メNo problem,モ said Ninan, his eyes on the road. メNo classes tomorrow. It is Friday, the Muslim holiday. I will miss Saturday, but there are no classes on Sunday because that is the Christian day off. Maybe I will have to take Monday off too. Mumken. Mumken.モ


メPossible,モ translated Ninan. メI hope we can convince Jidd Thomma to leave right away. Then we can make it to the border of Jordan by tonight.モ

Thomas didnユt know how far away Jordan was, but at the speed that Ninan drove, he had no doubt they could reach any border they wanted to by nightfall.

When they got back to Damascus, the whole scenario of asking Jidd Thomma to accompany them to Wadi Rum pretty much played out like Ninan predicated.

メPlease Jidd Thomma,モ said Ninan, sitting on the arm of the couch. メWe would so much like you to take us to Wadi Rum and to hear all about the Arab Revolt . . .モ

Thatユs all he needed to stay.

Jidd Thomma was in his bedroom packing a small bag. Thomas did the same. ヤAmmi Mariam hurried to the kitchen to pack them some bread and cheese and olives and dates and drinks.

Then they were back down to Ninanユs car with Thomas in the back and Jidd Thomma in the passengerユs seat.

They stopped off at Ninanユs apartment long enough for him to tell his parents he was going on a weekend trip with Jidd Thomma and for him to grab a change of clothes, his birth certificate and toothbrush.

It was dizzying how fast they found themselves heading south on a road that would take them to Amman, Jordan. Jidd Thomma had taken control of the expedition, announcing that they would stay at the home of a friend of his in Amman.

It surprised Thomas how hospitable the Arabs were. He couldnユt imagine just hopping in a car and knowing that he could stay at a friendユs house without planning it all out first.

The Syrian countryside was green and pleasant after the smog of Damascus. With the windows rolled down and Ninan keeping up with the speed of traffic, the breeze was enough to keep them cool.

The scenery was hilly with grass and rocks. He saw a lot of shepherds with their sheep and there was even the occasional Bedouin tent and inhabitants further back from the road.

It was going on five oユclock and both Ninan and Thomas were hungry enough to begin digging into ヤAmmi Mariamユs provisions. Jidd Thomma warned them not to eat too much in case his friend served them a big meal.

メBut what if we arrive after dinner?モ asked Thomas, popping an olive in his mouth.

メHe always eats when itユs cool, after dark,モ explained Jidd Thomma. メWe will be there by then.モ

The border crossing into Jordan was uneventful. The border guards showed a little more interest in Thomasユs passport than they did with Ninan and Jidd Thommaユs papers, but Jidd Thomma was quick to announce to anyone who might be interested that this was his grandson from Canada and that they were going to Amman to spend the night with an old friend and then onto Wadi Rum for some sightseeing. They would follow in the footsteps of the great Arab heroes of the past . . . Thomas suspected that rather than risk Jidd Thomma telling him anymore about their plans and itinerary, the border guard stamped Thomasユs passport just to move them along.

Once inside Jordan, the trip to Amman took about half the time that it had taken them to go from Damascus to the border.

Though it was starting to get dark when they arrived, Thomas could see that Amman was smaller than Damascus but it still had its high-rises and was bustling with food vendors and coffee houses. The minarets of the mosques gave the skyline its distinctive Eastern look. Ninan was quick to point out a huge amphitheatre from Roman times that was right in the middle of Amman.

The whole city was spread out on hilly terrain so there was a lot of driving upward when one reached the residential areas.

Jidd Thomma was giving Ninan instructions in Arabic, directing him to his friendユs house.

They pulled up in front of a modest white house with more dirt than grass for a front lawn, but pleasant enough with potted plants and patio furniture scattered around. The house contained children because there were a few plastic toys centered around one particular mound of dirt.

Jidd Thomma hopped out of the car almost before Ninan had come to a stop. He had run to the front door and started knocking. The man who opened the door was obviously an old and dear friend by the way the two men were greeting each other.

メCome! Come!モ Jidd Thomma waved to them impatiently. Thomas was still trying to get himself out of the back seat. It was only a two door car.

Ninan grinned at Thomas.

メIt will be an interesting night,モ he said.

No one in the lively household seemed to mind the appearance of three overnight guests. Jidd Thomma was greeted with affection and Ninan and Thomas were introduced to several men of all ages, a few older women, and an abundance of children. Thomas found out later that the house contained other women but they were mostly in the kitchen getting the evening meal prepared. What seemed like a feast was being laid out on tables in a small backyard decorated with patio lanterns.

Their host was Jidd Thommaユs friend, Yuhanna, the patriarch of this family. His wife was Rahil. Jidd Thomma, Ninan, and Thomas were escorted to what was obviously the place of honour in Yuhannaユs backyard, the head of a long table that was rapidly filling up with people.

メWe got here just in time, just in time,モ said Jidd Thomma. メDid I not tell you we would get here at the right time?モ

Ninan and Thomas nodded as they sat down in their chairs. Yuhanna sat at the head of the table with Jdd Thomma at his right hand, Ninan at his left and Thomas beside his grandfather.

Platters of food were coming out of the house but Yuhanna called for silence and said a blessing in Arabic before anyone could start. After that, it was wild – everyone reaching out for food. If Jidd Thomma hadnユt filled up his plate for him, Thomas wasnユt sure that he would have had the nerve to just reach out and grab what he wanted.

Everyone also seemed to talk at once, but it was all in Arabic so Thomas ended up listening to Yuhanna and Jidd Thomma who were speaking in English.

メSo, what brings you to Amman, Thomma?モ

Jidd Thomma nodded as he finished a mouthful of rice.

メWe go to Wadi Rum tomorrow, Yuhanna. The Revolt. My dear sons here want to hear all about it.モ

メAnd who wouldnユt!モ Yuhanna banged his fist on the table. Only a few people at the noisy table glanced in his direction even though it shook Thomasユs plate. メThe days when our fathers rode with Lurens in the desert!モ

メDid your father ride with Lurens?モ asked Ninan, interested, taking a gulp of lemonade.

メAll the way to Aqaba!モ said Yuhanna. メAfter that he stayed and assisted Emir Faisal in Aqaba.モ

メYou see,モ said Ninan to Thomas. メWith a lot of help from Audah Abu Tayeh and his Howeitat tribe, Lawrence took Aqaba from the Turks. Then it became the new headquarters of the Arab Revolt.モ

メI know,モ nodded Thomas. メI remember it in the movie.モ

メOh, the movie!モ said Yuhanna. メMostly not true! Mostly not true! OK,モ he conceded. メMaybe some of it is true.モ

メIt was all filmed in Wadi Rum,モ said Ninan.

メYes, that was true. But it left out a lot of important things. Did you know that Colonel Lawrence was a Christian?モ he asked Thomas.

Thomas shook his head.

メYes, that is why my father was proud to call him a friend, as was your great-grandfather. Every man was proud to ride with him because he took no thought for food or sleep. He was not a fat Englishman just thinking of his comfort. He suffered with us. He suffered for us so that we could have our freedom.モ

メHe was not a man all caught up with pleasures in this life,モ said Jidd Thomma, thoughtfully, reaching for a tabbouleh salad and loading up his and Thomasユs plate. メHe suffered the heat, the bad water . . .モ

メNinan told me about the Turks throwing dead camels into wells,モ said Thomas.

メAh, so you know a little about it!モ said Jidd Thomma. メGood!モ

メHe was very tormented by what was done to us,モ said Yuhanna. メHe did everything he could to let us keep Syria. He knew the French wanted it and did everything to keep them out. Even after the war, he wrote letters to English newspapers telling them how we had been betrayed by our English allies.モ

メI donユt understand all this French and English thing,モ said Thomas.

メBasically,モ said Yuhanna. メThe English had two agreements. One with the French and one with the Arabs. The agreement with the French said that they would divide up Syria and Mesopotamia after the war was over. The agreement with the Arabs said that the Arabs would have independence when the war was over.モ

メActually,モ said Jidd Thomma, メthey had three agreements if you count the one with the Jews.モ

Yuhanna nodded. メYes, Palestine for the Jews. You see, Thomas,モ Yuhanna leaned forward. メPalestine was already the home of the Arabs. And many of them Nasara, Christian. Especially in places like Jerusalem and Bethlehem and Nazareth. So many of our brothers and sisters lost their homes and livelihoods in the conflicts with the Jews.モ

メI never thought about all that.モ

メI think it is time you did,モ said Yuhanna, waving a fork in his direction.

The conversation moved in the direction of family and mutual friends in Amman. When the meal was over, the coffee brought out, the large group broke up into smaller groups. The women cleaned up, the children were put to bed and the men stayed out to talk in the cool night air.

Ninan took Thomas aside and they sat down on two patio chairs by themselves.

メYou know, we have not had time to talk about this,モ he said. メI mean, we are heading to Wadi Rum tomorrow. What are we going to do then? Abandon Jidd Thomma to go look in every tent and see if someone is being held captive?モ

メI didnユt think about that,モ said Thomas, taking a sip of sweet coffee. メIs Wadi Rum a big place?モ

Ninan rolled his eyes.

メOK,モ said Thomas. メWhat youユre saying is, this is going to be difficult?モ

メI do not know what we will do.モ

The young men were silent as they sipped their coffee.

メI know!モ said Thomas suddenly.

Ninan looked at him.

メWe can pray!モ

Ninan raised his eyebrows, but at the same time, he nodded.

メI did not think about that.モ

メWe could give it a shot,モ said Thomas. メWouldnユt hurt.モ

メIt wouldnユt hurt,モ agreed Ninan. メOK, tonight, before bed, we will each say a prayer.モ

メAgreed,モ said Thomas.

メTaiyib,モ said Ninan. メAgreed.モ


















reakfast wasnユt as lavish as dinner, but it was still filling. A table in the kitchen was spread out with bowls of sliced tomatoes, cucumbers, olives, hummus and Arabic bread. A large copper pot held tea, or chai as everyone called it.

Ninan and Thomas had shared a double bed in a room that also held three other boys, but much younger. The younger boys, had gotten up early and all of their noise had gotten Ninan and Thomas up too.

メI have an idea,モ said Ninan. He had hustled his cousin into a small bathroom, ostensibly to shave, but more importantly, to talk. メWe will probably stop at Rum. It is just a little village. But if anything is going on in the area, someone there would probably know. It would be too hard to talk to the village sheikh . . .モ

メYou mean they still have sheikhs?モ asked Thomas, pausing with his razor.

メOf course,モ said Ninan. メThere is a lot of stuff that a sheikh can do, like solve family problems. Take this family for example. If two people are having a problem, they can go to Yuhanna and he will decide. His decision is final so it solves the problem. Sheikhs just do that but with a lot of families. Anyhow, we might have a hard time talking to him, but someone in the village is bound to know if a girl from Damascus is being held somewhere.モ

メWhy do you think she was abducted?モ asked Thomas, splashing water on his face and drying off with a towel hanging on a hook.

メMy guess is she is being married to someone and does not want to do it. That still happens. It is not like the days of old, but people still have their traditions.モ Ninan had also finished shaving and after tossing their shaving equipment back in their overnight bags, they left the bathroom to go downstairs to breakfast. メBut traditions get broken, right Jidd Thomma?モ Jidd Thomma was sitting in a chair in the living room, his Bible on his lap. Yuhanna was on a couch with a newspaper. Both men had their chai, but had obviously finished breakfast.

メEh? Whatユs that?モ said Jidd Thomma, looking up.

メJust telling Thomas about traditions and how they change. Like you, for example. Up until Thomas here was born, we all called you Abu Sami after Thomasユs dad.モ

Thomas looked puzzled.

メIt means Father of Sami,モ explained Ninan.

メOh, because my dadユs name is Samuel.モ

メYes, but he is called Sami, yes?モ

メBy my mom, yeah.モ

メOK, but here is where tradition changed. When you were born, as I have heard the story, your parents sent a huge envelope of photos to the family here and your dad wrote that his dad was now, not just Abu Sami, but Jidd Thomma. Well, everyone liked that idea and the name stuck. So instead of Jidd Thomma continuing on as Father of Sami, he became Grandpa of Thomas.モ

メWow,モ said Thomas. メI didnユt realize that the Thomma part was referring to me. I thought your name was Thomma.モ

メIt is,モ said Jidd Thomma. メYou have my name. But Ninan is right. Jidd Thomma is our familyユs way of saying Grandfather of Thomma and you can thank your dad for starting that. Your ヤAmmi Mariam has a whole drawer full of the photos your parents sent to us over the years.モ

This was all new to Thomas. He had no idea that his parents had been so proud of him.

メEat up! Eat up!モ said Jidd Thomma, waving them to the kitchen. メWe have a long drive.モ

When breakfast was finished and everyone had wished them well, they headed down the hill they came and Jidd Thomma directed them to the road out of Amman.

Thomas was expecting flat desert scenery but was surprised by the immense sandstone hills. He had never been to the Grand Canyon, but from what he had seen of the photos the whole terrain reminded him of Arizona. One of the roads they took was narrow and hugged the side of a cliff and when Thomas looked down out his window he couldnユt even see the road, only a sheer drop. Quickly he moved to the other side of the car to be behind Ninan. Jidd Thomma, calmly reading a map, seemed oblivious to how close he was to a five-hundred foot free fall.

Thomas was relieved when the terrain flattened out and he could appreciate the Biblical quality of the landscape – shepherd boys with their sheep, Bedouin men riding by on camels, the black goat-hair tents scattered here and there with women in long dresses moving around doing their daily chores.

Jidd Thomma was studying his map.

メWe must get on this road,モ he said to Ninan, stabbing at his map. Ninan glanced at the map.

メWhere are we now?モ asked Ninan.

Jidd Thomma pointed.

メThat would be easy if we had camels,モ Ninan said. He took the map from Jidd Thomma and studied it intently. Thankfully, it was a long straight stretch of road with only an occasional car coming from the other direction. メLet me see . . . at this village here,モ he pointed, メwe can get on that road,モ he pointed, メand then over to here!モ He handed the map back to Jidd Thomma and Jidd Thomma nodded his agreement.

メI want to follow the railway tracks,モ explained Jidd Thomma.

メMumken, mumken,モ said Ninan, reaching into his glove compartment for a CD.

メLet me see,モ said Jidd Thomma, grabbing the CDs. メIf I have to listen to music, I want to have a choice.モ

Ninan grinned and gave Thomas a look in the rear view mirror.

メLa, la, la, la, la,モ said Jidd Thomma, browsing all of the CDs.

メThat means no,モ explained Ninan.

Jidd Thomma returned the CDs to the glove compartment and Ninan switched on the radio.

メLa,モ said Jidd Thomma at each station that Ninan turned to.

Finally, Jidd Thomma said, メNaユam.モ

It was a station playing some kind of Arabic folk music. Like John Denver singing about the Jordan Valley instead of Montana.

Ninan shook his head and gave Thomas another grin in the rear view mirror.

Once they came within sight of the railway tracks, Jidd Thomma came alive. He switched off the radio to make sure that Thomas could hear him.

メThere, there,モ he said pointing. メThis is the train that carried pilgrims to Mecca but it also carried Turkish troops to fight the Arabs in the Hijaz. When Lurens was with Faisal he became very sick and while he was in a tent recovering from his illness, an idea came to him. He thought about how the Turks mistreated their soldiers. They had very little respect for their own men. Bad food. Bad living conditions in the army. And keep in mind Thomma, many of those men were Arabs, conscripted, forced to fight for the Turks. And Lurens, knowing this, thought about how though the Turks did not value their men, they did value their equipment.モ

メDo the trains still run?モ asked Thomas. He would have liked to see a train in the desert.

メYes, yes,モ said Jidd Thomma, as if modern travel was of little interest to him. メSo Lurens decided that the best way to fight the Turks would be to attack their trains. To fight men would be silly. The Turks did not care about losing soldiers. And Lurens did not want to lose his Arabs. So he decided they would go in secretly, in small groups, and try to blow up trains. That would disrupt everything. The Turks would not have their precious supplies. And it would take them time to fix the tracks.モ

メYes,モ said Thomas. メI think I understand. It makes sense.モ

It helped that he had read so much of Seven Pillars of Wisdom. In this vast landscape, it was easy to imagine the Arab tribes gathering for war, each under their own banner, but all united for the cause of freedom.

メBut there were battles too, right?モ he asked.

メOh yes, of course,モ said Jidd Thomma. メBut Lurens was not interested in Arabs dying. So his plan was to cause as much problems as he could for the Turks without losing any of his men.モ

メI like his war philosophy,モ said Ninan. メI would not want to die young.モ

メYou will die young if you do not slow down this car a little bit,モ said Jidd Thomma. Ninan had been taking advantage of the long straight road to max out. メAnd I will die too. But at least I will die old after a full life.モ

Ninan shook his head and slightly eased off the gas.

Thomas was hoping theyユd stop for lunch soon, but there didnユt seem to be any fast-food takeout in the desert.

メWhat do we do for food out here?モ he asked.

メWell,モ said Ninan. メFirst of all, we could buy a goat from one of the Bedouins. Then we would make a spit and then we would roast the goat. Or, we could get the rifle out of my trunk and do a bit of hunting. Or, if we find an ostrich, we could get some eggs and bake them in the sand . . .モ

Thomas started to realize his cousin was joking, especially when he saw the smile on Jidd Thommaユs face.

Jidd Thomma reached into his overnight bag and pulled out a sack of nuts.

メHere,モ he said handing them back to Thomas.

After a little more rustling around in his bag, he also found water bottles for all of them.

メNow,モ he said, settling back in his chair. メIf we were with Lurens, our meal would be simple. We would have a bag of flour and we would mix some water with a bit of flour and then we would put it in the ashes of the fire and out would come bread.モ

メItユs that easy to make bread?モ asked Thomas, his mouth full of nuts.

メThe Bedouin still do it,モ said Jidd Thomma.

 メSo where are we staying tonight?モ asked Ninan.

Thomas half-expected his grandfather to say that he had a Bedouin friend and theyユd be staying in his tent.

メThat is my surprise,モ said Jidd Thomma, beaming.

Thomas hadnユt been aware that there was any pending surprise.

メTonight, we do not stay in Wadi Rum. We stay in Aqaba!モ

メWow!モ said Ninan. メAqaba! Iユve never been there!モ

メYou mean, the place that Lawrence took from the Turks?モ asked Thomas. メThe place right on the water?モ

メThatユs right,モ said Jidd Thomma. メWe will stay in a nice hotel right on the water. My treat.モ

メThanks Jidd Thomma!モ said Ninan, stepping on the gas.

メWhy are you speeding?モ asked Jidd Thomma. メDo you not you want to get there alive?モ

メIt is a long drive,モ explained Ninan. メIf we want to get there while it is still today, I have to drive like this.モ

Ninan was right about it being a long drive. As enchanting as the red sandstone and rock formations had been initially, it had become monotonous after four hours. Both Ninan and Jidd Thomma seemed to have a stamina for long journeys and when Thomas had mentioned that they might like to stop, Jidd Thomma had launched into a story of Lurens great trek across the desert on his camel to take Aqaba from the Turks. He talked about the unforgiving sun and the desperate desire for water.

Thomas felt he was experiencing both. The windows were down and he was getting a good breeze, but it was a hot breeze. The sun was blazing above them and even sunglasses werenユt blocking out the rays. He had finished his water bottle ages ago.

They passed through a small village and Thomas saw an outdoor store that appeared to have cases of soda.

メHamdulillah!モ he practically screamed.

Ninan and Jidd Thomma looked at each other and then burst out laughing.

メWhat I mean is, can I buy you guys something to drink?モ

Ninan pulled off the road and Thomas hurried to push forward the front seat and climb out as soon as Jidd Thomma had stepped outside the car. His legs were stiff. But he managed to make it to the small stand where he began loading up his arms with orange pop and bags of various candies. Jidd Thomma came over and selected some oranges as well as some more water bottles. Ninan meandered over and picked out a bag of dried fruit.

The journey continued, but at least he had his candy to munch on. The radio was on and even if his grandfather refused to listen to anything with a beat, some of the music was OK. The speed of Ninanユs driving guaranteed that they wouldnユt be on the road any longer than they had to be.

Nonetheless, the sun was going down when Jidd Thomma announced that, based on his map, they would be in Aqaba in about half an hour. It might have been his imagination, but Thomas thought that the breeze had gotten cooler and that he could feel moisture.

What Thomas wasnユt prepared for was the sudden appearance of a bustling resort town. There were high-rise hotels as well as low-rise resorts. Restaurants were everywhere and people were out in the streets enjoying the cool night air. Most were dressed casually, European-style. A large Jordanian flag flew proudly as they drove along the concrete road into the heart of the town.

Despite all the buildings, what dominated Aqaba was the Gulf. All the hotels were built along its shore.

メThis looks good,モ said Jidd Thomma, pointing to one of the resorts. メThe Coral Bay Hotel,モ he read.

Ninan pulled into the parking lot.

メIt looks expensive, Jidd Thomma,モ he said.

Jidd Thomma waved his hand to dismiss any further discussion.

メIt looks nice,モ said Thomas, peering out his window. Though it was dark, everything was well lit.

The Coral Bay Resort paid homage to the desert with its brown squared-off buildings and archways, but it had a luxurious air about it.

メI will see about us getting rooms,モ said Jidd Thomma when Ninan had parked.

While Jidd Thomma headed into the main building, Ninan got out and stretched. Thomas joined him.

メJidd Thomma is really going for the luxury,モ said Ninan. メIt is very nice of him.モ

メOh, I appreciate it,モ Thomas assured him. メI thought weユd be spending the night in a Bedouin tent.モ

Jidd Thomma came out with a key and announced that he had a room.

They grabbed their overnight bags and followed him.

There room was on the second floor and overlooked the Gulf of Aqaba.

メItユs beautiful,モ said Thomas, walking over and looking out the window.

Jidd Thomma, who had been testing out his bed, came over. メYes, and imagine how Lurens must have felt seeing it for the first time after conquering it.モ

メI think I can imagine it,モ said Thomas nodding. メIf it were me, the first thing I would do after coming out of the desert would be to take a swim in the Gulf.モ

Ninan laughed.

メJidd Thomma did not warn us to bring our swim clothes,モ said Ninan.

メNow that is a problem very easily solved,モ said Jidd Thomma. メThe hotel has a gift shop and the gift shop sells such things. You go down there right now and get some swim clothes. Just put it on our bill.モ

The young men looked at each other.

メThanks Jidd Thomma!モ they said at the same time.

メBut do not swim in the Gulf!モ he called out after them as they headed for the door. メI do not want you getting hit by a boat! They have a very good swimming pool!モ

Ninan and Thomas raced downstairs and selected bathing trunks, then back upstairs to change. Jidd Thomma was washing up.

メI will meet you down there,モ he said.

Ten minutes later, Ninan and Thomas were splashing around in the pool. The pool had a bar and snack stand and there were a lot of people sitting around having a drink and nibbling on everything from falafels to French fries.

メAh, this is the life, yes?モ said Ninan, splashing Thomas.

メIt sure is,モ said Thomas splashing back. メI didnユt think Iユd be swimming in the desert!モ

When Jidd Thomma joined them, they got out of the pool and had a light meal of falafel sandwiches from the snack stand.

As hard as it was to believe, after a long drive in the car, Ninan and Thomas agreed that they were too tired to sightsee and that all they wanted to do was climb in between the white sheets and go to bed. Jidd Thomma was pleased.

メWe will get good value for our money if we have a long sleep in those beds,モ he said.

















ow, back on the Desert Highway,モ said Jidd Thomma, consulting his map.

They were in the car, but Ninan had assured Thomas that it was a short trip, only 50 kilometres, or so.

メWhat will we do when we get there?モ asked Thomas.

メYou are in a hurry to arrive?モ asked Jidd Thomma, folding his map and putting it in the glove compartment. メWe turn off at El Guweira,モ he said as an aside to Ninan.

メNo, I mean yes, I want to go to Wadi Rum. But I just like to know whatユs next.モ

メEnjoy the journey, Thomma,モ said his grandfather waving his hand out at the scenery. The feeling of being in a coastal resort was rapidly being replaced with the feeling of being in a desert. メUsually God doesnユt tell us what is coming next.モ

God and Jidd Thomma, thought Thomas. But he didnユt mind the advice.

Heユd left some of his chocolate candies in the car and they had melted in their bag.

It was a good thing theyユd had a full breakfast.

The resort restaurant had had a breakfast buffet of Middle Eastern fare – Arabic bread, hummus, tomato, cucumber, yogurt, fried eggs, cheese, a wide-variety of pastries and tea. There had been American-style items as well, but Thomas found himself passing them by in favour of the Arabic dishes. Jidd Thomma had encouraged them to eat up since it was included with their room.

メSo, all this was seen with the eyes of Lurens and King Faisal,モ said Jidd Thomma, pointing out their window. A large truck zipped by them. メWell, maybe not that.モ

メI imagine they did not travel on a paved road,モ said Ninan.

メNo, but their eyes must have seen that over there,モ said Jidd Thomma pointing to one rock formation that was shaped like an arch. メKing Faisal said that he was happiest when he was riding through the desert on his camel.モ

メI read that one time a British sea captain let Faisal come aboard his ship and gave him a cabin and after heユd had a bath and a meal and was smoking in an easy chair, he said that this was like paradise.モ

Jidd Thommaユs head swiveled to look at Thomas.

メThomma! How did you know this?モ

メUh, Iユve been reading Seven Pillars of Wisdom while Iユm here,モ said Thomas, modestly.

メWonderful, Thomma! Wonderful!モ

Thomas blushed slightly.

メYou see though what kind of man Faisal was,モ said Jidd Thomma. メHe was a man who was content. Like our St. Paul said, if we have food and clothing we will be content.モ

Since coming to Damascus and seeing Straight Street for himself, St. Paul seemed more real to Thomas. Not just some vague figure in the Bible.

メItユs all we need,モ said Jidd Thomma, staring out the window at a black tent with a Bedouin family scattered around it. メWe need very little.モ

メI think Jidd Thomma is regretting that we Arabs came out of the desert into the towns,モ said Ninan, grinning at Thomas in the rear view mirror.

メOh, I like towns as much as anybody,モ said Jidd Thomma. メAnd I do not think that all virtue is found in the desert. But peace and simplicity certainly feel a lot closer out here.モ

Ninan was right about the drive being short. Especially when compared with that of the previous dayユs.

メWhatユs that?モ asked Thomas, pointing at something that seemed to be a fort. Outside were men wearing an outfit he hadnユt see before – a long khaki robe with a red leather bandoleer across the chest and a white and red checkered keffiyeh. The men had holsters that held a dagger and rifles were slung over their backs.

メThis must be Rum. Those are the Desert Patrol,モ said Ninan, as they pulled into a small village with a mix of tents and concrete buildings.

メPretty cool,モ said Thomas, turning around to get a second look.

メAnd why do we need to stop here? said Jidd Thomma.

メWell,モ said Ninan, parking in front of a small shop. メI figure Thomas needs to replenish his supply of candy and soda pop.モ

メI guess it would not hurt to get out and have a look around,モ said Jidd Thomma, conceding. メI think I have some supplies to pick up too.モ

メCome on,モ said Ninan, grabbing Thomasユs hand as soon as he had got out behind Jidd Thomma. He was hurrying him into the small shop. In a low voice he said, メHere is where we have to ask some questions.モ

Thomas looked back at his grandfather who was stretching and looking around. He didnユt seem interested in following them into the store.

Thomas selected some candy and gum and a few bottles of pop while Ninan engaged the storekeeper in an Arabic conversation. The man was shaking his head and looking a little puzzled. It didnユt seem as if he had any information to give them.

メWell,モ said Ninan when they came out, メwe will just have to look around a bit more.モ

Thomas dropped his small bag off in the car.

メWhereユs Jidd Thomma?モ he asked.

メOver there,モ said Ninan, nodding in the direction of one particular tent. There was a group of older men sitting around drinking tea or coffee and Jidd Thomma was right in the middle of it, talking and laughing.

メGood! That means he will be busy for a while,モ said Ninan. メWe will look around.モ

メWhat about those Desert Patrol guys?モ asked Thomas. メWouldnユt they know if anything was going on?モ

Ninan nodded.

メThere was one in the store buying a newspaper,モ he said. メWe can talk to him when he comes out.モ

It turned out they didnユt need to approach the man. He came to them, swigging a bottle of water and carrying the paper under his arm.

メMohamed says that you are looking for someone,モ he said, stopping right in front of them. It was a bit intimidating to have the well-armed warrior so close.

メThat is right,モ said Ninan bravely. メWe had a message from someone in Damascus, a note, saying that he or she had been brought to Wadi Rum and was being held prisoner. And we came to see if someone needed help.モ

メThat is very noble,モ said the man, thoughtfully, メto come all that way. Do you know who wrote the note?モ

メNo sir,モ said Ninan. メIt was just pushed under the door of an apartment building.モ

メA mystery,モ said the man, taking another swig of water. メWell, I can assure you that I know of no one who is being held prisoner.モ

メNobody is getting married soon?モ asked Ninan.

The man smiled, understanding the implications.

メYes, there is an upcoming marriage. But both the man and the woman are from Rum. No one was kidnapped from Damascus.モ

Ninan nodded.

メI will keep my ears open,モ said the man, taking his final drink. メAnd if anyone is being held against their will, I will see to it that they are returned to their family at once.モ

メThank you, sir,モ said Ninan as the man turned away.

メI think we can just leave it at that for a while,モ said Ninan. メI trust him.モ

メMe too,モ said Thomas. メI think we would only stir things up if we walked around the village asking about someone being abducted.モ

メLet us just keep our eyes open from now on,モ said Ninan.

As they wandered around the village, the most interesting event going on seemed to be a soccer game on the outskirts.

They watched as they sipped their orange pop.

メCome! Come!モ called one of the older boys, noticing them on the sidelines.

Though Thomas had never played soccer apart from gym class, he found he did OK, particularly since the average age of the players was about 10. Ninan, on the other hand, was a star. He rapidly moved the ball across the dusty field, scoring again and again for his team. After establishing his prowess, he made a point of passing the ball to other team mates and either giving them a chance to practice passing it back or else take a shot on the net themselves. The net just consisted of a few dusty pylons, but nobody minded. The amount of enjoyment generated by the whole game was disproportionate to the actual amount of stuff needed to make it happen. After the game broke up, they headed back to the centre of the small village.

メGood news! Good news!モ Jidd Thomma called out to them from the tent. He waited for Ninan and Thomas to join him before telling them the good news. メI have rented us some camels! These men are from the noble Howeitat tribe and Abdul-Hakim will help us.モ

Camel rides! Ninan and Thomas looked at each other.

Jidd Thomma and Abdul-Hakim were on their feet heading toward some camels behind the tent.

メHave you ever ridden a camel before?モ asked Thomas to Ninan.

メOh sure,モ said Ninan sarcastically. メAll the time. I ride a camel to school every day.モ

メOK, OK, so what youユre telling me is that not every Arab has ridden a camel.モ


メTheyユre pretty high up,モ said Thomas as they arrived in front of the herd. メDo you think it will hurt to fall off?モ

メNo,モ said Abdul-Hakim. メNot if you fall on the sand and not if you fall on your . . .モ He pointed to his seat. He and Jidd Thomma had a good laugh.

Evidently, Jidd Thomma was one of the Arabs who had ridden a camel because when Abdul-Hakim commanded one of the camels to kneel down, Jidd Thomma easily climbed on and made himself comfortable. Ninan was next. He hesitated but managed to climb on and stay on.

Thomas took a deep breath and said a quick prayer when it was his turn.

The camel was an enormous creature and with a lot of help from Abdul-Hakim, he got into the saddle. But when the camel stood up, he wasnユt prepared for how fast and how high she would take him. He felt himself slipping but with a little shove from Abdul-Hakim he was able to straighten out and get his balance.

Glancing over at Ninan, he was gratified to see that Ninan also seemed to be clinging for dear life.

Abdul-Hakim and Jidd Thomma were nudging their camels forward and Abdul-Hakim seemed to only need to make a noise to get the others to follow.

Thomas was hugging his camel, his body practically horizontal. Ninan wasnユt sitting up much straighter.

メSomehow I donユt think Lawrence of Arabia rode all the way to Aqaba like this,モ Thomas called out to Ninan.

Jidd Thomma turned back to call out, メLurens was very good on a camel.モ

Abdul-Hakim nodded vigorously. メMany in my tribe rode with him. He lived like us while he was here. Many come to see Wadi Rum because of him.モ

He and Jidd Thomma carried on at a gentle pace and it gave Thomas and Ninan a chance to ease their way up until they were almost sitting straight.

メThis isnユt so bad,モ Thomas called out to Ninan.

メDo not talk that way,モ replied Ninan. メYou say something like that and the next thing you know, your camel is running off into the desert.モ

メGood point,モ said Thomas, tightening his grip.

It obviously wasnユt Jidd Thommaユs intention to reenact the travels of Lawrence because the camel ride only lasted about half an hour.

メNot too sore?モ said Abdul-Hakim, grinning as he helped them off their camels.

メNot too sore,モ said Thomas, grinning back.

メVery hard on the seat to do a long journey for the first time,モ explained Abdul-Hakim. メYou'll get used to it as we go into the desert.モ

メOn camel?モ said Thomas, incredulously. メI thought we were taking the car . . .モ

Jidd Thomma and Abdul-Hakim had a good laugh over this before Jidd Thomma hurried off in the direction of the stores.

メSome shopping to do,モ he called out behind him.

メProbably more water,モ said Ninan, heading back to the car. メYou need it in this heat.モ

After about 20 minutes, Jidd Thomma came out of one of the shops with a lot more than water. He had several cases of water but he also had bags of food and sleeping bags.

メSleeping bags?モ asked Ninan.

メWhat, you think my friend Yuhanna, should let us stay for two nights? No, tonight we will sleep under the stars.モ Jidd Thomma was heading for the camels. Abdul-Hakim began organizing the supplies.

Ninan looked at Thomas and they raised their eyebrows. This was going to be bigger than they thought.

メWhere do we go from here?モ he asked Jidd Thomma.

メWe will ride out a bit and then camp. There is much too see around here. Many birds. Many plants.モ Jidd Thomma was going through one bag that didn't go with the camels.

メFor you,モ he said, handing Thomas a piece of red and white checkered cloth. He did the same to Ninan.

メThanks, Jidd Thomma!モ said Thomas, looking it over. It was a keffiyeh and black agal similar to the ones of the Desert Patrol. メThis is so cool!モ

メWell, hopefully it will keep you cool. Now put it on,モ said Jidd Thomma. He had one for himself and was adjusting it on his head. メI do not want you getting heatstroke.モ

Getting on a camel was a little easier the second time. But Thomas was still clinging to the saddle.

メWhat does Wadi mean?モ asked Thomas, trying to ignore the wobbly feeling.

メValley,モ replied Ninan, who was similarly intent on not falling off.

メAnd what does Rum mean?モ asked Thomas, his curiosity peaking.

This time Jidd Thomma answered, メNo one knows for sure, but Rum most likely comes from an Aramaic root meaning 'high' or 'elevated'.モ

メYes, I guess that makes sense,モ said Thomas looking around.

Though the scenery had been impressive from the car, it was even more spectacular as one walked through the red sandstone formations – each one unique. They rode for an hour, admiring each formation. Some had arches, some were sheer cliffs, others looked like pillars.

They werenユt the only ones. Bedouins passed by with more camels and tourists. In the distance, a vehicle more suited for desert driving than Ninanユs little car passed along on a sandy road. There was the occasional Bedouin tent and even the occasional Western-style tent, obviously belonging to the more rugged type of tourists than just day-trippers.

メWhat if we get lost?モ said Thomas.

メUskut! Hush! You don't want to offend our guide,モ said Ninan.

They stopped periodically to drink some water or to eat an orange and Jidd Thomma was always quick to point out a new bird or a new plant – two things that up til now had never been worthy of Thomasユs attention. But somehow, in the desert, with no place to go and no time when one had to be there, these little things were interesting.

メLook! Whatユs that?モ asked Thomas, pointing to something moving along the side of one of the cliffs.

メA mountain goat!モ said Ninan. メI wish I had a pair of binoculars!モ

メYou must keep your eyes open,モ said Jidd Thomma. メThere are many animals in the desert. Wolves, foxes, wildcats.モ

Thomas wondered what his parents would think of him wandering around in the desert on the back of a camel among wild animals. Maybe they had anticipated this and considered it a rite to manhood.

The funny thing was, he wasnユt scared. In fact, he was having a good time. The desert was freedom. It was just there to be enjoyed. He looked forward to getting back to Damascus and reading more of Seven Pillars of Wisdom now that he had seen some of the places that Lawrence had described, but for now, he was content to be riding along the sandy path in a world that was timeless and open. He was even getting used to the rhythm of his camel.

Abdul-Hakim suggested that they set up a camp in the shadow of a formation shaped like a giant cone.

Setting up camp basically consisted of getting down their heavy loads of food and water, though the water had gotten slightly lighter as the day progressed.

メNow we need a fire,モ said Jidd Thomma. メYou must gather some kindling.モ

メOnly dead branches,モ called out Abdul-Hakim. メWadi Rum is a conservation area.モ

Ninan and Thomas looked at each other.

メWhere do we start?モ asked Ninan.

メJust stay within sight of your camp,モ said Abdul-Hakim. メI am going to leave you now and come back in the morning. I have friends over there who I will stay with.モ He waved a vague hand in a general direction.

Ninan and Thomas set out to find some dried branches while Jidd Thomma started arranging the firewood. As it turned out, part of Abdul-Hakim's service was to bring some small logs for a fire, they just needed a bit of kindling.

メCome on!モ said Ninan, as they came to a rock formation that gently sloped up and seemed to settle into a plateau at the top. メWe can climb!モ

メI donユt think thereユs any kindling up there,モ said Thomas, but Ninan was already scrambling up the rock side.

メIt does not matter,モ Ninan called out behind him. メThere is plenty of time before dark. Jidd Thomma knows that we will explore.モ

That's when it dawned on Thomas that part of sending them out for kindling was Jidd Thomma's way of letting them enjoy the desertユs beauty.

Although the rock formation they climbed wasnユt especially high, it did give them a wide view of their surrounding area. Ninan sat down and Thomas joined him.

メAh, this is the life, cousin, is it not?モ

メIt is,モ agreed Thomas. There was something relaxing about just sitting and staring into the sandy distance.

Jidd Thomma gave them a wave from the shade of their camp and they waved back.

メWell,モ said Ninan standing up after an indeterminable amount of time. メLetユs try to find that kindling.モ

There were a few dead branches beneath a bush on the other side of the rock formation that they had just climbed. When they returned to camp, Jidd Thomma started on the fire.

メWhatユs for dinner?モ asked Thomas. All he could see was a bag of flour.

メOnce I get a fire we will eat the most simple desert meal.モ

メBread baked in ashes,モ said Ninan, grinning and looking at Thomas for a reaction.

メBread in ashes? You mean that flour and water thing you were talking about?モ asked Thomas. He was somewhat disappointed. He had been expecting a BBQ.

メIt tastes good when you are hungry,モ Jidd Thomma assured him. メAnd you will be hungry by the time we have enough ashes.モ

Thomas hunted around the bags only to discover that heユd left his bag of candy in the car. More melted chocolate.

Ninan passed him an orange and between the two of them they ate about a dozen before Jidd Thomma announced that it was time to mix their flour and water.

The sun was going down and Thomas was glad they had a fire to huddle around. The temperature had dropped.

メLike this,モ said Jidd Thomma, taking a handful of flour from the bag and gently pouring some water from a bottle onto it. メNow mix.モ

When they all had some respectable balls of dough, they patted them down and flat and with the help of a stick, buried them in the ash.

Jidd Thomma also set to work making a primitive pot of coffee with some coffee grounds and a small pot.

The stars were starting to come out.

Thomas got out his sleeping bag and wrapped it around himself. Jidd Thomma and Ninan seemed to be made of tougher stuff.

By the time the bread was ready, he was starving. Jidd Thomma removed the baked bread and they dusted the ash off. Then he gave them each a small cup of sweet coffee. And he was right. It was good. Not only did it help to warm him up but he was so ravenous that anything would have tasted good.

メThe stars,モ said Jidd Thomma, as they concluded their meal.

メI know!モ said Thomas looking up. メI was just thinking about that! Iユve never seen anything like it!モ

It was better than a movie. There were thousands of stars all twinkling and all so close that it felt like you could reach out and grab one. He had never realized that the sky held so many stars.

メOur father Abraham saw these stars,モ said Jidd Thomma.

メWasnユt there some promise about the stars?モ asked Thomas, wrapping his sleeping bag closer to himself.

メYes,モ said Jidd Thomma. メHis children were to be as many as the stars. And you are one of those children, Thomma.モ

He had never thought about that before.

メI am? Yeah, I guess I am.モ

メYou are a son of Ishmael, and you can take great pride in that. But you are also a child of the promises of God. St. Paul said that if we are Christユs children then we are Abrahamユs children and all the promises to him belong to us.モ

The desert made it all easy to imagine – Abraham talking to God under the stars. A promised land. The whole thing seemed so real now.

Sipping the coffee, staring up at the stars, the men were silent, each with their own thoughts but each joined together by common heritage and now, common experiences.

















he morning air was chilly. The fire had long died out. But the sleeping bag was warm and Thomas didnユt want to climb out. Natureユs call eventually forced him out of the warm cocoon.

There were some more oranges for breakfast and Jidd Thomma promised them a more substantial meal on the road.

Abdul-Hakim arrived and they packed up the bags and headed back toward the village of Rum and the Desert Highway. It didnユt take long for the day to begin to warm up and for them to lighten their load a bit by drinking more water.

The enchantment of yesterday lingered but the journey back was past things they had already seen.

Abdul-Hakim, however, had a surprise for them.

メWe will stop at the tent of my friends,モ he said. メThey will be happy to meet you.モ

They deviated from the route that would take them back in the direction they had come and stopped at one of the black goat-hair tents.

The men sitting around a small fire snickered as they dismounted from their camels. Thomas didn't blame them. He practically slid off of his.

But the men were quick to welcome them and offer them coffee.

Although Thomas could hear women's voices, no women were actually seen. Since the tent was divided into two and only one side was open, he presumed they were hidden behind the curtains of the second side.

The men waved for them to sit down and, speaking Arabic, they introduced themselves. Jidd Thomma introduced Thomas but after that his lack of Arabic kept him from the conversation. Ninan did a bit of translating when he wasn't talking. The men around the fire were of all ages so Ninan ended up talking mostly to a young man his age.

メDid you ask him about the girl?モ asked Thomas, in a low voice. Jidd Thomma and the older Arabs were having a good laugh so he was sure he wasn't heard.

Ninan nodded.

メThat's just what we were talking about. He says he has not heard anything but that it is all interesting. He would know if it was a Bedouin thing. But there is no prisoner among the Bedouins.モ

The young man was grinning at Thomas in a friendly way. It made him regret that he didn't know Arabic. He felt rude for never having taken the time to learn another language.

Ninan and the young man continued talking quietly. After a while, Ninan gave Thomas a summary of what they had said.

メIt could be a tourist,モ said Ninan. メTourists from all over the world come here. If a tourist had a prisoner, he would not know about it.モ

メThat's it?モ asked Thomas. メYou've been talking for, like, fifteen minutes and that's all you've said?モ

Ninan grinned.

メWhat is the fun in talking if we just come to the point right away?モ

Obviously Abdul-Hakim and Jidd Thomma felt the same because they talked for another hour, sipping their coffee and refilling their cups.

As the sun started to become uncomfortably hot, the men moved back to the shade of the tent and Abdul-Hakim announced that it was time for their party to move on.

There was more for the Bedouin to snicker about as they mounted their camels.

They were on a new path now and Abdul-Hakim pointed out some interesting rock formations, including one called the seven pillars of wisdom.

メIs that what Lawrence of Arabia named his book after?モ Thomas called out to his grandfather.

メNo,モ said Jidd Thomma, over his shoulder. メIt was named that after he published his book and made this area famous. His title comes from a scripture in the Proverbs. Suleiman said, wisdom has built her house, she has hewn out her seven pillars.モ

メLet's have a camel race,モ suggested Abdul-Hakim, mischievously, looking at Jidd Thomma for a reaction.

Thomas and Ninan exchanged horrified looks.

Jidd Thomma shrugged.

メI think it is obvious who would win,モ he said.

Abdul-Hakim smiled modestly.

メMe!モ cried Jidd Thomma, nudging his camel. Off he went, galloping across the desert.

Abdul-Hakim let out a loud laugh before nudging his camel and galloping after Jidd Thomma.

No rules had been laid out but it was obvious that Jidd Thomma was heading for one particular rock formation that had a glorious natural arch.

メWhat should we do?モ asked Thomas.

メWell, we cannot just sit here. We had better follow,モ said Ninan.

Though neither Thomas nor Ninan had given any hint to their camels that they wanted to speed up, the camels certainly seemed to want to keep up with the ones who had gone on ahead.

メUmm, how do you make these things stop?モ asked Thomas, nervously as his mount started trotting.

メI do not know!モ cried Ninan. His camel was already ahead of Thomas's. メHow should I know?モ And his camel was off, galloping in the direction of Abdul-Hakim and Jidd Thomma.

Thomas's camel could no longer restrain herself. She let fly and Thomas dropped down on her neck and held on. As he overtook Ninan, he admired that Ninan was still riding in a dignified upright position.

Although Abdul-Hakim won the race by about a camel's length, he was generous with his praise for Jidd Thomma's ability considering he was not a Bedouin. Thankfully, by the time Thomas and Ninan reached them, he was done recovering from the race and able to focus on stopping the other camels which he did with a few sharp Arabic words.

Ninan rode to the finish line with grace and dignity and was praised by Abdul-Hakim for his form. Thomas was praised for not falling off.

メNo camels in Kanadaa?モ asked Abdul-Hakim, grinning.

Thomas shook his head.

メIn a zoo maybe.モ

メThat was kind of fun,モ said Ninan.

Jidd Thomma beamed.

メIt would not take you long to get used to it,モ he said. メWhat do you think Thomma?モ he asked Thomas.

Thomas nodded.

メI could get into it.モ

メGood,モ said Jidd Thomma.

Following Abdul-Hakim, they carried on back to the village of Rum. But Thomas noticed that they weren't going as slow as they had been before the race. Abdul-Hakim seemed to consider the race an initiation into more serious, speedier, camel riding.

By the time they got back to Rum and unloaded the camels and said good-bye to Abdul-Hakim, it was well after noon.

When they got into the car, Thomas discovered yet another bag of melted candy.

メWell, after all that exercise we probably need some food, yes?モ said Jidd Thomma.

メLet me guess,モ said Ninan, grinning. メWe're going to go to a Bedouin feast where they will slaughter a sheep in our honour and serve it on a giant platter of rice. Because Thomas is the guest of honour, he will be given the eyeballs of the sheep to eat and if he does not do it, he will greatly offend our hosts.モ

Thomas was revolted at the thought.

メI was thinking more of a restaurant,モ said Jidd Thomma, examining the map. メAre we on the King's Highway?モ he asked Ninan.

Ninan nodded.

メGood. We just take this to Wadi Mousa. There will be a place to eat there and it's not very far.モ

メWadi Mousa?モ said Ninan. メThat is the village by Petra?モ

Jidd Thomma nodded.

メPetra?モ said Thomas. メIsn't that the red rose city . . .

メ. . . half as old as time,モ Ninan finished for him.

メYes,モ said Jidd Thomma. メIt is quite spectacular. But we will save that for another trip. Ninan must get back to his studies.モ

Ninan glanced at his watch.

メI guess we will not make it back to Al Sham today. That's Damascus for you back there,モ he said to Thomas.

メNo,モ said Jidd Thomma, thoughtfully. メNot unless we drive well into the night.モ

メThat is OK,モ said Ninan. メThis is an adventure. I do not mind a holiday.モ

They reached Wadi Mousa within an hour and as they got out of the car, Jidd Thomma asked him what he thought of the Valley of Moses.

メOh, is that what it means?モ he asked. メWow,モ he said surveying the scenery. メWhat a view!モ It was a hilly area and Jidd Thomma pointed to the lowest part of the valley where the ancient city of Petra lay.

Though there were many hotels that would have had restaurants, Ninan and Jidd Thomma seemed more comfortable heading for the little souk where the locals shopped. There they purchased three large falafel sandwiches and some colas in a little outdoor cafe and watched the mix of people doing their shopping. There were quite a few tourists stocking up on souvenirs mixed in with the Arabs doing their food shopping.

メWell, that was good,モ said Jidd Thomma, wiping his hands on a napkin. メNow we must get back on the road.モ

Ninan and Jidd Thomma stood by patiently while Thomas bought yet another bag of candies and chocolates for the car ride.

The drive was getting a little monotonous and Thomas found himself just staring out the window and listening to Jidd Thomma and Ninan talk. At first they spoke in English so that he could join in if he wanted to, but when he started drifting off to sleep, they switched over to Arabic. When he woke up it was starting to get dark.

メWhere are we?モ he asked sleepily.

メPast Amman,モ Ninan called out. メWe will probably stop at Irbid for the night.モ

Thomma noticed that the scenery was becoming less rural and more urban.

メThis is a big town,モ he said.

メWe have them in the Middle East,モ Ninan gave him a big smile in the rear view mirror.

メDid anything important happen here?モ asked Thomas.

メOh, I am sure something did,モ said Jidd Thomas. メI just do not know what it is. Now keep your eyes open for a place to spend the night. Nothing for tourists. They raise the prices for tourists.モ

Thomas was at a disadvantage since he couldn't understand the Arabic signs but Ninan quickly spotted a small sign for a hotel that was obviously not catering to Westerners.

They parked in a tiny lot and went inside.

The hotel lobby was narrow and dark and there were a few older men in the lobby playing chess. The man behind the counter greeted them in Arabic and after a short conversation, Jidd Thomma handed Ninan a key.

メThe rooms hold one or two people,モ he said. メYou two have a room and I have one beside you.モ

They walked up a flight of stairs to their floor and said their good nights at their doors.

The room barely held two narrow beds with a small sink in the corner.

メWhere's the bathroom?モ asked Thomas.

メDown the hall,モ said Ninan, yawning and sitting down on the bed. Since Ninan hadn't had a nap in the car, Thomas let him use the bathroom first and soon he was sleeping in his bed.

But Thomas was wide-awake. He opened the curtains and the window and looked out at the night city. Like Amman, the skyscape was filled with low-rises, high-rises and minarets. There were still people moving around on the street, many of them coming in and out of restaurants or sitting in outdoor cafes enjoying the cool night air.

After the hot desert air, Thomas appreciated the breeze.

From his window, he could see a few people sitting on their balconies, just watching the scene below like he was doing.

Nothing big was happening. Nothing unusual. Just people living their lives.

And that's when Thomas suddenly felt different. He didn't feel like a visitor anymore. This land was his. He felt like an Arab. All the history that had happened in this land was his history and all that went on today was his, too. He was an Arab in an Arab town just watching his fellow Arabs.


















ince the hotel didn't serve breakfast, they had to find a place to eat in Irbid.

After a short walk down the urban street they went into a small restaurant that served the traditional Arabic breakfast of flat bread, white cheese, olives, yogurt, cucumbers and tomatoes, as well as sweet tea. Thomas, who didn't normally eat cucumbers and tomatoes, was noticing that the ones in the Middle East were sweeter and tastier than the ones in the grocery stores of Canada. The ones in the Middle East must get more sun, he decided.

Jidd Thomma stopped in front of a street vendor's table to examine a large selection of CDs. With every CD that Jidd Thomma picked up, Ninan groaned. Thomas could see the twinkle in his grandfather's eyes and Ninan's increasing groans just seemed to spur him on to buy more CDs.

メHamdulillah, it is a short drive home,モ muttered Ninan, as Jidd Thomma gave the man some money.

Then it was back to the hotel parking lot to get their car.

Despite Jidd Thomma's CDs, Ninan was cheerful at being back on the road and able to speed along the highway. If the Bedouin enjoyed their camel races, the urban Arabs seemed to enjoy their fast driving.

Thomas reflected on how the trip had been remarkably free of lecturing. He didn't know how his grandfather had gotten a reputation for an obsession with the Arab Revolt. Even now, he and Ninan were just discussing everyday things – the price of food in Jordan versus Syria, Ninan's classes, some new building that was going up in the centre of Damascus. The only people who had felt the full force of his grandfather's interest in history were the border guards when they had passed back into Syria. Jidd Thomma had enthusiastically told them how they were following the route of Faisal into Damascus and how they had been as far south as Aqaba . . .

They had very quickly been permitted to pass the border.

メSo,モ said Thomas suddenly. メWe're on the route that Faisal took to ride into Damascus?モ

JiIdd Thomma nodded and pulled his CD out of the player to put in a new one. It was left to Ninan to fill in the details.

メYou see, we went to Aqaba, but before that, the Arab Revolt was being fought in the Hijaz, which is now in Saudi Arabia. You remember the Hijaz? It contains Mecca and Medina. That's where the Arab Revolt started.モ

メOK,モ said Thomas. メHow did it end up in Damascus?モ

メWell,モ explained Ninan. メDamascus was the centre of Arab nationalism then. It is something we take for granted now, but the Turks wanted us all speaking Turkish instead of Arabic and anyone who stood up for the rights of the Arabs to rule themselves was considered an enemy. Many people died at the time.モ

メOK,モ said Thomas. メI think I get it. Damascus would be the logical place for the whole thing to end. But how did the army get from Aqaba to Damascus?モ

メThat is interesting,モ said Ninan. メYou see, once the Arabs had Aqaba, they ended up fighting alongside with the British. The British were moving up through Palestine while we were on the other side of the Jordan moving up along what is now the country of Jordan. Faisal was then under the army of General Allenby, the British army, rather than just the leader of a local revolt.モ

メOh, that's right,モ said Thomas. メIt's kind of coming back to me. So a lot of train tracks got blown up in Jordan?モ

メOh yes,モ said Ninan. メA lot of Lauren's famous things happened in Jordan.モ

メWow,モ said Thomas, leaning back in his seat. メThat's cool. Thanks Jidd Thomma!モ

メFor what?モ Jidd Thomma was surprised.

メFor taking us to this cool place.モ

メActually, it is very hot.モ

メNo, I mean, thank you for taking us to this really interesting place.モ

メWell, it was your idea to come here,モ Jidd Thomma reminded him. メI only came along for the ride, as they say.モ

メYeah, I know. But you made it really cool, I mean, interesting. You know, the hotel in Aqaba, the camel ride, the campout . . . Without you, it wouldn't have been as fun.モ

メOh well, you know,モ said Jidd Thomma modestly. But he was beaming.

メWell, I just wanted you to know I had a good time,モ said Thomas.

メWell, I did too,モ said Jidd Thomma, turning to give him a full smile.

Thomas smiled back.

Ninan was taking advantage of the moment to try to switch the music from the CD to the radio.

メShu hadda?モ said Jidd Thomma, turning his full attention back to the front. メWhat is this?モ

メIt is music, Jidd Thomma,モ said Ninan. メCool music, as Thomma would say.モ

メIt is not, cool, it is loud and they moan too much.モ

メMoan too much!モ Ninan was outraged, but at the same time, Thomas could tell that he and his grandfather were enjoying the argument. メYour music is full of people groaning and singing about how life is hard . . .モ

メBut life is hard,モ said Jidd Thomma reasonably. メAnd when they sing about it, they sing nicely. They have real talent.モ

メReal talent? Real talent?モ

The radio had been turned off and the CDs were back on.

Thomas just shook his head and laughed to himself.


Although 'Ammi Mariam didn't know when they were coming back, she seemed to have a feast on standby. As soon as they had been hugged and kissed and welcomed back, and after they had all taken showers and after she had gathered up all their dusty clothes to be washed, they sat down in the kitchen to a meal of bread and hummus and olives and chicken and rice and three kinds of salad and some kind of cheesecake for dessert. It was wonderful and they all told her so.

She was pleased with their appreciation.

メIt is not always easy to eat good food when traveling,モ she said with the tone of a woman who has traveled and been disappointed.

Ninan glanced at his watch.

メI may be able to make it to an afternoon class,モ he said, getting up from the table. メThanks Jidd Thomma! I had a great time!モ He gave them all a wave and headed out. 'Ammi Mariam shooed Thomas and Jidd Thomma out of her kitchen so that she could clean up.

メWhat now?モ asked Jidd Thomma, when he had settled into his chair. メA bit of TV?モ

メIf you want,モ said Thomas. メBut I was thinking of reading some more of Seven Pillars of Wisdom, especially since I've seen a lot of the places now.モ

Jidd Thomma nodded.

メGood idea. While it is all fresh in your mind, yes?モ

They spent an afternoon in the living room, Jidd Thomma with his Bible and Thomas with his book. 'Ammi Mariam kindly brought out a plate of cookies and some coffee in the late afternoon and joined them with her knitting. Thomas was so caught up in the stories of T.E. Lawrence and his Bedouins that he didn't even realize that it was getting dark outside.

'Ammi Mariam let him have some leftover chicken in the living room and by the time he was ready to go to bed, he had finished the book.

メWow,モ he said, putting it down and rubbing his eyes.

Jidd Thomma was passing from between his bedroom and the bathroom.

メGood story?モ he asked.

メOh yeah! Really good! I can't believe I've been where all that happened!モ

メYes, that is very cool, is it not?モ said Jidd Thomma with a big grin.

















hink about it. It must have been someone in the apartment building. How else would they have been able to slip messages under the door if they were a prisoner? They probably had some excuse for stepping out but couldn't be gone for long,モ said Thomas.

Ninan had stopped by at around lunchtime, after his classes. He was free for the rest of the day but could only stay for a few hours since he had some catching up to do. Ammi Mariam had fed them some lentil soup for lunch and they were now talking in Thomas's room.

メBut it is someone who thought they could make it out to the museum and who is able to get out to a bookstore,モ mused Ninan. メI still think it is a young woman.モ

They were speaking quietly at the kitchen table but Thomas peeked out into the living room to see if Jidd Thomma had heard anything. He looked preoccupied with his Bible. 'Ammi Mariam was out visiting a sick friend.

メWe should find out more about the people who live here,モ said Thomas. メDo you know any of them?モ

Ninan shook his head.

メユAmmi Mariam might be able to help us. You know, if you just talk casually and ask her a few questions,モ he said.

Thomas nodded.

メIユll do it at dinner.モ

メWere there any notes while we were gone?モ

Thomas shook his head.

メ'Ammi Mariam didn't say anything.モ

メWell, it is hard to imagine that someone trapped in Wadi Rum would be able to make her way home before we got here.モ

Thomas nodded.

メWhat I'm worried about is, did we do the right thing?モ

メWhat do you mean?モ asked Ninan.

メI mean, did we do enough? Someone needed help and we weren't able to help them.モ

メActually, we did a lot. We told the Desert Patrol. That man knows the area better than we do. If anything is happening, he will find out.モ

メI guess you're right.モ

メIn any case, it is probably the end of the notes under the door.モ

Thomas nodded.

メI wonder if we'll ever find out what it was all about?モ

Ninan shrugged.

メMaybe not. In any case, why don't you come with me?モ Ninan stood up. メThere is a lot of El Sham you have not seen. I can take you on a quick tour before I have to do some studying.モ

Jidd Thomma gave Ninan permission to take Thomas out for a while.

メMaybe you should make him take the bus back here,モ suggested Jidd Thomma. メIt would help him learn his way around the city.モ

Thomas was terrified at the thought.

メYes,モ said Ninan, as they headed for the door. メAnd then he would end up in Beirut.モ

Once they were in the car, Ninan asked, メDo you want to see the tomb of Salah ad-Din?モ

メWho?モ said Thomas, tightening his seatbelt.

メYou do not know who Salah ad-Din is?モ

メLet me guess, he was Faisal's army commander?モ

Ninan rolled his eyes as he pulled out into traffic.

メYou are off by about 800 years.モ

メWell, I've never heard of the guy.モ

メDid you not see the movie Kingdom of Heaven?モ asked Ninan, as they reached an intersection and slowed down for the red light.

メSure I did. The Crusades and all. Lots of cool sword fighting.モ

メSaladin? It does not sound familiar?モ

メOh, was he the head of the Muslims . . . ?

Ninan nodded.

メAnd his grave is here in Damascus? Wow! You've got a lot of history!モ

メYes, we do,モ said Ninan.

Saladin's tomb was in the Old City. Ninan found a parking spot near the Citadel and they entered by one of the gates.

It was a short walk through a souk to the small white building with a red dome.

メWhat's that over there?モ asked Thomas, pointing to an elaborate, large building down the road. There were many people hurrying in and out of its gate, as well as many tourists with their cameras, milling around and taking photos. By comparison, the building they stood in front of was quiet.

 メThe Ummayad Mosque,モ said Ninan, glancing up from the sign that gave the hours of Saladin's tomb. メVery impressive, yes? We will go there next. Our admission for the tomb includes the mosque.モ

They paid their admission and entered into the tomb. The walls were striped-- a muted black and red -- with accents of Islamic artwork

The tomb itself was white and ornate with an Arabic inscription.

メWhat does it say?モ asked Thomas.

Ninan read the inscription.

メOh Allah, be satisfied with this soul. Open to him the gates of paradise, the last conquest for which he hoped.モ

メThat sounds noble.モ

Ninan nodded.

メThere is actually a Lawrence of Arabia story connected with this tomb.モ

メOh yeah? Tell me.モ

They were the only ones in the tomb so there was no hurry.

メWell, the German Kaiser visited Syria, in 1898, and he toured Jerusalem and Damascus . . .モ

メOh, that's right. Jerusalem was part of Syria back then.モ

メExactly,モ nodded Ninan. メAnd I think he contributed some money to have this tomb fixed up a bit. Then he left a bronze wreath here on the tomb. Lawrence removed it and donated it to the War Museum in England.モ


Ninan shrugged.

メMaybe he thought it did not fit the d残or.モ

メI guess England and Germany were enemies even then.モ

メI guess so. Now let us go see the Mosque before I have to get home.モ

The Mosque was both a place of worship and a place for tourists.

メJidd Thomma took me here once,モ said Ninan, as they stood in the vast courtyard.

メWow, cool,モ said Thomas looking up at the minarets and down at the marble floor.

メThe fountain there,モ said Ninan pointing, メis said to be halfway between Istanbul and Mecca.モ

Heading toward the most spectacular of the buildings, Ninan said, メThis is the prayer hall. It has a lot of beautiful mosaics on it.モ

With the sun sparkling on its exterior, the mosaics were especially impressive. Since the Muslim faith prohibited depicting animals and people, there were lots of natural scenes – fields, rivers, trees, and elegant cities.

メIt is supposed to be Paradise,モ said Ninan as they looked up.

メYeah, I can see that,モ said Thomas.

メWe can go into the prayer hall and see where John the Baptist was buried.モ


Ninan nodded and kicked off his shoes and then lined them up with all the others. Thomas followed his example.

The interior wasn't as dramatic as the exterior, but there was a feeling of peace and a sense of being away from the hustle of the city. Ninan led Thomas to an elaborate marble monument that paid tribute to John the Baptist.

メI don't understand why John the Baptist is in a Muslim mosque,モ whispered Thomas.

メWell, for the Muslims, Jesus is a prophet so John the Baptist is important too. They just don't believe that Jesus was the son of Allah.モ

Come!モ continued Ninan. メI will show you one more thing before we head back.モ He grabbed his cousin's arm and they hurried back out to find their shoes.

They exited the mosque and followed a street that ran parallel to the walls of the mosque's exterior. After the peace of the prayer hall, the streets seemed particularly crowded. The stores here were selling gold and the tourists were haggling over prices. A lot of shops also had beautiful woodwork. Thomas had just enough time to notice a particular chessboard that he thought his father might like as a gift when Ninan pulled him into a doorway.

メWhat's this?モ asked Thomas.

メThis is from the days of the Romans,モ explained Ninan. メAnd look up at that.モ

Thomas looked up at the writing above the blocked doorway.

メIt's not Arabic,モ he observed.

 メThat is true,モ said Ninan. メIt is Greek. Jidd Thomma showed me this. It says something like, Your kingdom, Christ, is an everlasting kingdom and your dominion endures throughout all generations.モ

メWow,モ said Thomas. メWhy is it still here? I mean, why hasn't someone destroyed it . . .モ

メOh, it is not offensive to talk about Mariam's son. And some Muslims even believe that Jesus will return but that he will destroy all the Christians for their disbelief and for adding gods to Allah. But what is interesting to me about this is that it is a message from the early Christians. This was an entrance to the Temple of Jupiter in their day and yet, here is this message.モ

メThat is interesting,モ agreed Thomas. メI guess it's like walking down Straight Street. It's part of our heritage.モ

Ninan nodded.

メExactly.モ He looked at his watch. メNow I must get you back. Taiyib? Agreed?モ

メTaiyib,モ said Thomas.

Ninan dropped Thomas off in front of the apartment and with a wave promised to call tomorrow.

Thomas found Jidd Thomma and 'Ammi Mariam in the living room, drinking coffee and half watching a cooking show on TV. Jidd Thomma switched it off when Thomas sat down on the couch.

メDid you have a good time?モ 'Ammi Mariam asked.

メOh, yes,モ said Thomas. メI saw Salah Al-Din's tomb and that big mosque.モ

メUmmayad Mosque,モ nodded Jidd Thomma.

メI want to go back sometime. I saw a great chessboard that would be cool to get for Dad.モ

メYour father still plays chess?モ asked Jidd Thomma, looking pleased.

メUh, sometimes. Only when we have company and they play.モ

メYou do not play chess?モ asked Jidd Thomma, surprised.

メI don't know how.モ

メYour father did not teach you?モ

メWell, he tried once. But I was pretty young and I just didn't get it.モ

メWell,モ said Jidd Thomma, standing up and going over to a china cabinet that had a drawer below. He opened it up and pulled out a chessboard and a bag of pieces. メWe will fix that. I taught your father to play chess. I will teach you.モ

'Ammi Mariam smiled and stood up, picking up the small coffee cups.

メI will leave you men to your game,モ she said, going into the kitchen.

メI think I know how to set up the board,モ said Thomas, as his grandfather handed him his white pieces. He got his bishops and knights mixed up, but his grandfather was pleased that he at least knew the names of all the pieces.

By the time 'Ammi Mariam called them for dinner, he had a pretty good idea of how to play. At one point he had even thought that he was close to winning, but Jidd Thomma was too wily for that. He didn't believe in letting people win so that they'd feel good about themselves.

'Ammi Mariam served them a delicious meal of lamb and eggplant with a side dish of spicy tomatoes and potatoes. Thomas had no problem getting her to talk about their neighbours in the apartment building.

メAre a lot of the people in the building Christian?モ he asked between mouthfuls.

メThe lady above us is,モ said 'Ammi Mariam. メShe is older and lives by herself. But the family across from us is Muslim. They have a full house. There are four children, and of course, parents and I think his parents live with them as well as her mother. Her mother and I meet a lot when we go shopping. She is the one who likes to cook I think.モ

メHow old are the children?モ

メOh, I do not know . . .モ 'Ammi Mariam paused to think.

メI mean, are they my age?モ

メOh no! Very young.モ

So they probably had nothing to do with the notes.

メAre there many people my age here?モ

メNot in this apartment. But if you want to meet more young people, Ninan probably knows a lot of people . . .モ

メOh no!モ Thomas assured her. メI was just wondering about the people in the building. I don't need to meet anyone.モ

メIf you want to see everyone in the apartments,モ said Jidd Thomma, メall you have to do is sit out on the balcony after dinner. A lot of people sit out there when the weather is nice.モ

As a result of this discussion, they all had their after dinner coffee out on the balcony. Jidd Thomma was right. A lot of people were sitting outside enjoying the cool night air, many of them with a cup of coffee.

Jidd Thomma called out a few greetings to those around them and even as far away as across the courtyard. Many conversations were taking place between the balconies, though all in Arabic.

メAnything interesting happening?モ asked Thomas. He had a feeling of being at a complete disadvantage as far as clearing up the mystery of who had pushed the notes under the door.

メOh yes,モ said Jidd Thomma, settling back in his chair. メMuch news. Much news.モ

メLike what?モ

メFighting in Beirut.モ

メFighting in Beirut? I thought that was all in the 70's.モ

Jidd Thomma shook his head.

メNo. Now. Hezbollah. You have heard of them?モ

メUh, I guess so. They're in the news and stuff.モ

メYes, they like to shoot rockets at Israel.モ

メOh, that's right. I think I know who you mean.モ

メThey are also in government and they want to run Lebanon. Right now there is fighting in Beirut. Hezbollah and the army are battling for Beirut.モ

メWow! That's really close to here, isn't it?モ

Jidd Thomma nodded.

メBut it is not here,モ said 'Ammi Mariam, making what seemed to be a significant point.

メBut do my parents know about all of this?モ asked Thomas. メI mean, would they have let me come if they knew there was a war nearby?モ

メYes, they would have because this is your home.モ

Thomas thought about that. This was his home. If other Arabs could continue to live here with fighting close by, it was silly of him to think he was too important to live in an imperfect world. Was their blood any less precious than his?

メYeah, I guess you're right,モ he said, leaning back in his chair and sipping his coffee.

















hen Thomas came out of his bedroom, the first thing he noticed was the piece of paper that had been pushed under the door.

He could hear the water running in the bathroom and 'Ammi Mariam singing in the kitchen. He hurried to pick it up before anyone else noticed it.

Meet me on the balcony tomorrow at 12:00.

That's all it said.

While his grandfather was in the bathroom, he hurried to the phone and called Ninan.

Ninan sounded as if he had been woken from a deep sleep, but he wasn't upset when he heard the news.

メBut the balcony?!モ said Thomas into the phone. メI mean, thatユs a joke, right?モ

メNo,モ said Ninan, excitedly. メIt just confirms that the person is close by. You have seen the number of balconies that look down into the courtyard.モ

メYeah, we were out there last night.モ

メAnd the girl is going to be outside on her balcony at 12:00. You realize what this means . . . ?モ

メNo, what?モ

メWe might have to be prepared to protect her.モ

メYou mean, like hide her in the apartment?モ

メNo, the apartment would not be safe. You see, if her relatives were looking for her, they would just kick the door down and that would get Jidd Thomma into trouble. No, I think we might have to get in the car and drive . . .モ

メThat's pretty serious.モ

メYou might have to be prepared to take her back to Kanadaa with you . . .モ


メJust kidding,モ said Ninan. メStill, it is worth thinking about, yes? I think she is hoping that because you are from, maybe America, that you can take her somewhere safe.モ

メI guess if she's pretty, I could always make the ultimate sacrifice and marry her. Then she could be a Canadian, right?モ

メYou are a real hero, Thomas,モ said Ninan. メNow, I will get there tomorrow as soon as I can.モ

メMake sure you have a full tank of gas,モ said Thomas.

They said their good-byes and hung up just as Jidd Thomma came out of the bathroom.

メWas that the rascal, Ninan?モ asked his grandfather.

Thomas nodded.

メIs he keeping up with his studies?モ It was his grandfather's way of making sure their trip hadn't set Ninan back with his schoolwork.

メYeah, he seems to be OK. He's coming over tomorrow.モ

メThen you are free today?モ

Thomas nodded. He expected his grandfather to announce that they would be visiting some significant site in Damascus.

メThen we will start your Arabic lesson today. Sit! Sit!モ

Thomas sat.

メNow, first we will say good morning. Sabaah al-khayr.モ

メSabaah al-khayr,モ repeated Thomas. The kh part of khayr tickled his throat.

メNow, if I say Sabaah al-khayr to you, you can reply, sabaah an-noor.モ

メSabaah an-noor,モ repeated Thomas.

メSabaah is morning,モ explained Jidd Thomma. メAl-khayr is the good. An-noor is the light.モ

メMorning the good. Morning the light,モ said Thomas.

メNa'am,モ said Jidd Thomma, pleased. メYes.モ

Jidd Thomma would have gone on but 'Ammi Mariam called them to a breakfast of bread, yogurt and a spice dip.

The Arabic lesson carried on after breakfast and Thomas learned how to say, ヤgood eveningユ, ヤI would like a coffeeユ and ヤhow much does that cost?ユ

メGood,モ said Jidd Thomma, standing up. メNow we will go to the Old City and buy that chessboard and you can do the talking.モ

He should have been apprehensive but he just shook his head and grinned. What's the worst that he could happen? He could accidentally come home with a camel instead of a chessboard.

Again, they took the bus.

Although Thomas was lost in the Old City, Jidd Thomma seemed to have no problem finding the shop once he knew it was across from the Greek inscription about Christ.

メYes,モ he said examining some of the chessboards. メYour father will like this very much. Now, which one will you get?モ

メI like this one,モ said Thomas, picking up one that had chess pieces that were more detailed than the others. The pawns actually looked like little knights.

The shop owner was moving closer to them.

メDo you remember what to say?モ

Thomas nodded.

メBe-dish hadda?モ

メClose enough. Go ahead.モ

メBe-dish hadda?モ

The man named an amount.

Jidd Thomma muttered something that sounded like メhadda mublugh kebir.モ

メHadda mublugh kebir,モ announced Thomas. メWhat did I just say?モ he whispered.

メThat amount too big,モ said Jidd Thomma.

The shop keeper said something else.

メLa,モ said Jidd Thomma, shaking his head. Now he was talking to the shopkeeper himself. He named a price.

The shopkeeper said something emphatic.

Jidd Thomma replied with matching vigour.

After a little bit more back and forth, a price was agreed upon and Jidd Thomma signaled Thomas to pay for his chessboard.

メNow,モ said Jidd Thomma, after the chessboard and pieces had been wrapped up and were under Thomas's arm, メyou will order yourself coffee. Remember how to say it?モ

メBewb ishrub shwayet ahwa.モ

Jidd Thomma shrugged.

メI guess they will know what you mean.モ

They returned to the coffee house on Straight Street. When the waiter came, Thomas ordered his coffee.

メAna kaman,モ said Jidd Thomma. メMe too,モ he translated for Thomas.

メNow, get out that chessboard and we will break it in,モ said Jidd Thomma, after their coffees had arrived.

Thomas pulled the chessboard and pieces out of their paper bag and they set up a game. Pretty soon, they had a crowd of older men watching. It kind of made him nervous, but he reminded himself that it was all for fun and winning wasn't the point. But as it happened, he did win.

メYou let me win!モ he said to Jidd Thomma.

Jidd Thomma shook his head.

メYou won all on your own. Your father is a good player. You must have inherited his talent.モ

He had to come to Syria to find out that his dad was a good chess player.

They played another game and this time Jidd Thomma won. After Thomas had put away the chessboard and pieces, Jidd Thomma suggested they get some kebabs from a street vendor before heading back.

They ate the kebabs as they walked.

メUh, Jidd Thomma?モ asked Thomas. メDo you think we could stop off at a bookstore near the Thomas Gate?モ

メWhy, sure,モ said Jidd Thomma. メYou need a book?モ

メWell, I was sort of thinking it would be cool to read another book about the Arab Revolt. You know, I read Seven Pillars of Wisdom . . .モ

メExcellent idea,モ said Jidd Thomma. メNear Bab Touma, you said?モ

Once Jidd Thomma got them to Bab Touma, Thomas was able to find the bookstore.

メNow,モ said Jidd Thomma, browsing a table. メWe will not be too ambitious and get you anything in Arabic, yes? At least not now.モ

Jidd Thomma moved to a shelf of secondhand books. Thomas kept his eyes open for anything in English.

メHere! How about this one?モ

Jidd Thomma held up a dark green volume.

With Lawrence in Arabia,モ read Thomas.

メIt is a classic,モ explained Jidd Thomma. メIt was written by a reporter who visited Lawrence in the desert.モ

メOK, sounds good,モ said Thomas. メTaiyib. Agreed.モ

Jidd Thomma beamed.


















'm really nervous about this,モ said Thomas. メI mean, this is it. We might have to do something big . . .モ

Ninan nodded. He looked at his watch.

メFifteen minutes.モ

They were in Thomas's room. Ninan walked over to the small window and looked down into the courtyard and then surveyed all the balconies.

メNo one there,モ he reported. メExcept for some children kicking a ball. But it is probably not them. Too young to write notes, I think.モ

メWhat about . . .モ Thomas lowered his voice, メJidd Thomma? What's he going to say when we suddenly dash out of the apartment and then disappear for a few days if we have to? I mean, say there's this girl signaling to us from another balcony and then we meet her downstairs and she's got her bag packed and she wants us to drive her to the Mediterranean so she can catch a boat to freedom . . .モ

メWe will have to tell him we are going somewhere . . .モ Ninan thought hard. メMaybe to Crac des Chevaliers. It is a long drive from here. We would be gone overnight. It is a Crusader castle. Very well preserved. In fact, someone should take you there . . .モ

メYes, but what if it's like Wadi Rum and he wants to come along?モ

メOK, something not so interesting. I could say we were going to Homs to visit our cousin, Bulus. No, he would want to come along for that . . . Let me think . . . Maybe I could say I am taking you to my home for the night. That way he will not worry and it will give us a day or two . . .モ

メExcept that he might phone your parents for some reason . . .モ

メYou know,モ said Ninan. メWhy should we not just tell him the truth? He will understand. And I do not want to deceive him.モ

メYou know, I think you're right. Heユs pretty understanding. He's actually quite cool.モ

Ninan nodded.

メLet us go tell him everything now.モ Ninan looked at his watch again. メWe have twelve minutes. That way he will be ready if we need to do anything suddenly.モ

They headed out into the living room. But Jidd Thomma wasn't there. 'Ammi Mariam was making lunch. When they went into the kitchen she offered them some pies to try. They were small rectangles filled with spinach, nuts and spices.

メMmmm!モ said Ninan with one in his mouth and two in his hand. メYou are the best cook 'Ammi Mariam!モ

'Ammi Mariam looked pleased but she still shooed them out of her kitchen so that she could finish making lunch.

メHe must be in the bathroom,モ said Ninan when they returned to an empty living room. メOh well. We are five minutes early but we might as well go out on the balcony.モ

Thomas agreed.

Jidd Thomma was on the balcony, sitting with a cup of coffee.

メOh, Jidd Thomma, there you are,モ said Ninan. メWe were looking for you.モ

メYes?モ said Jidd Thomma, looking up.

メWell, it is like this,モ said Ninan taking a deep breath. メWe have ourselves a situation.モ

メOh? What is that?モ

メRemember that note that was pushed under the door the second day I was here?モ Thomas jumped in.


メYou know, it was a piece of paper. You told me to pick it up in case it was 'Ammi Mariam's shopping list.モ

Jidd Thomma thought back.

メYes,モ he said slowly. メI think I remember that.モ

メWell,モ said Thomas, looking at Ninan. メWhat we didn't tell you was that there were more notes.モ

メMore notes?モ

They nodded.

Between the two of them, they summarized the activities of the last week – the visit to the museum, the bookstore, Maisalun Pass, and then how they had talked to the Desert Patrol and finally, about the note yesterday that had told them to be on the balcony.

Jidd Thomma nodded.

メIs it OK?モ asked Ninan. メDid we do the right thing?モ

Jidd Thomma nodded again.

メOh yes. It is very important to help people in need.モ

メBut we didn't,モ said Thomas. メWe didn't help anyone! We completely failed!モ

メBut you are here now,モ said Jidd Thomma.

Ninan glanced at his watch and looked all around the courtyard.

メBut there is no one else, Jidd Thomma!モ

Jidd Thomma smiled.

メThere is me,モ he said.

メOf course there is you,モ said Ninan, still looking around. メI mean, where is the person who wrote those notes?モ

メI am right here,モ said Jidd Thomma.

Thomas and Ninan stared at him.

メYou wrote the notes?モ said Thomas.

メOf course,モ said Jidd Thomma taking a sip of his coffee. メI was the one you helped.モ

メWhat do you mean?モ asked Ninan.

メIt is my job to pass on our family history to Thomma,モ explained Jidd Thomma. メBut you think that I donユt know that everyone makes fun of me for being proud of our Arabic heritage?モ Jidd Thomma's eyes sparkled. メThat first day you were here and Ninan is hitting you when I start talking and ヤAmmi Mariam isnユt letting me tell my story . . . So I could see I had to do something to make it a little more interesting for you. Thatユs when I made my plan.モ

Thomas was still a bit stunned but Ninan laughed.

メIt was a good idea.モ

Jidd Thomma turned to Thomas.

メAnd I made sure that there was a lot of Arabic writing so that this rascal, Ninan, would have to help out.モ

Thomas was still taking it all in.

メYou know, though,モ said Thomas thoughtfully. メThere is one thing I'm not sure about. My parents decided I had to come here when I asked them about our name. And our name is Thomas. Were we . . . ?モ The pieces started to fall in place.

Jidd Thomma stood up.

メYou and I are both named for Lurens. What do you think of that?モ Jidd Thomma ruffled his hair as if he were a little boy.

メWow,モ said Thomas. メI guess Iユm really proud.モ

メYou should be. You should be proud of your great-grandfather and your Arab heritage. You see, my father was so proud of having fought alongside Lurens that he named me Thomma.モ

メT.E. Lawrence,モ said Thomas, getting it.

メCome,モ said Jidd Thomma, opening the door to go back inside. メWe will eat 'Ammi Mariam's lunch and then there is one more place I want to show you.モ


After lunch, they set out on the bus.

メIt is safer than Ninan's driving,モ explained Jidd Thomma.

Much to their surprise, Jidd Thomma took them to Martyr's Square. This time, with a lot of fancy footwork and Jidd Thomma's determination, they crossed the road to stand in its centre.

メSee that building over there?モ Jidd Thomma pointed.

Ninan and Thomas nodded.

メI think it is the Ministry of Information,モ said Ninan.

メIt is now,モ said Jidd Thomma, メBut when Faisal came to Damascus, it was the City Hall. You see that balcony?モ They looked up. メThat was where he was crowned the King of Syria.モ

Thomas looked up at the balcony and could imagine the young Arab king, both a warrior and a peacemaker.

メImagine the crowds cheering as Faisal rode through the streets on his horse,モ said Jidd Thomma. メImagine your great-grandfather here among them, so proud to be an Arab and to have an Arab king. A hundred and one shots were fired. A new Arab flag was run up the flagpole.モ

Despite the traffic and the din, Thomas could imagine it.

メBut Jidd Thomma,モ he said. メWhat happened to Faisal? After the French came into Syria, I mean?モ

メHe had to stay in Palestine for a while. Then he moved to Italy. But while France had a mandate for Syria, the British had the mandate for Iraq. They needed an Arab king, so they asked Faisal if he wanted to go to Iraq.モ

メAnd he did?モ

Jidd Thomma nodded.

メYes, he was King of Iraq from 1921 until he died in 1933. You will have to read all about that on your own since I cannot send you to Iraq at this time.モ Jidd Thomma's eyes twinkled.

Thomas nodded.

メI will. I will read about it, Jidd Thomma.モ

メI hope your stay in Syria will not be too dull after all this excitement,モ said Jidd Thomma.

メOh no,モ Thomas assured him. メBesides, I'll be busy.モ


メYes. I've got to learn Arabic, don't I?モ

Jidd Thomma's eyes widened.

メYou're going to have to teach me every day,モ continued Thomas, メand then we'll have to go out so I can practice, right?モ

Jidd Thomma looked as if he was going to burst with pride.

メAnd, of course, I'll be taking him around to see everything,モ said Ninan. メLike starting with that cafe over there. Best baklava in the world.モ The three men started walking in the direction that Ninan had pointed. メAnd, of course, we have a lot to see. Like Crac de Chevaliers. He must see a crusader castle, yes?モ

メOh, yes!モ said Jidd Thomma. メIn fact, our namesake, Lurens, came to Syria long before the war to study the Crusader castles. Did you know that Thomma?モ

Thomas shook his head.

メWell, then we must tell you all about it. You see, the Crusaders came to our land in 1097. The first city they took here was Antioch, and let me tell you . . .モ

The three men headed back across Martyr's Square.










Other novels by Jennifer Keogh Armstrong


The Society for the Betterment of Mankind

Somewhere Between Longview and Miami

The Unlikely Association of Meg and Harry


The Kent family adventures


The Treasure of Tadmor

The Strange sketch of Sutton

The Hunt for the cave of Moravia

The Search for the sword of Goliath

The Buried gold of Shechem

The Cache of Baghdad

The Walls of Jerusalem

The Missionaryユs Diary



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