The Beduin's Gazelle
❤ This story makes it way around the grief community, take from it what you will and pass it on ❤ In this story, a man finds his young son dead. To soften the news for his wife He wraps his son in a cloak and tells his wife he has brought home a gazelle from the Hunt. To cook it, he asked his wife to borrow a pot from a home that has never known sorrow. She goes door to door in her community asking for a pot. But everyone shares a story of great loss that has come to their family. The wife returns home empty handed saying "There are no pots that have not cooked a meal of sorrow." The man opens his cloak revealing his son and says, "it is our turn to cook meals of sorrow, for this is my gazelle."