“He is someone who unites, not divides,” says supporter Naima.
When Naima again sat with his friend Saad in the evening, he related to him the gracious and comforting words of the Caliph.
Both seem of the same rank; and I am desirous to know what sorrow oppresses the unfortunate Naima.
Naima rose from the ground, and bowed with his head even to the carpet on which the Caliph stood.
Naima with earnest desire expected them in the evening; none came.
Saad's hopes were of no more avail; Naima would no longer listen to him, but weeping, threw himself on his couch.
