The Beduin's Gazelle

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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."