Our Beloved Master - His Early Life — Page 6
6 •oUR BELoVED MASTER• Three or four days later, when the water in the small leather bag had finished, the little innocent child was suffering beyond measure due to thirst. His lips were parched and his tongue hung out because of the intense thirst. The mother’s heart was torn to pieces at this painful sight. But where could she get water to moisten her beloved child’s mouth? Thinking that her child only had a few more moments to live, the mother grew pale with fear. She looked around in desperation for water but it was nowhere to be found. She was so worried that she climbed the hill in front of her in great anxiety hoping to perhaps find a spring of water. But it was useless. She came down and climbed another hill opposite the first one to look for water but here too, she met with failure. Then she thought that maybe the child had passed away agitated by his thirst. As soon as this thought passed through her mind, she ran down the hill and lifting the child in her lap, held him tightly. Though the child was still alive, he had grown weak. The mother thought that she should continue to hope for the sake of survival. She thought to herself: Let me climb the hill one more time- maybe I’ll find some sign of water.