cold-in

Updated: May 14, 2025

Consoling themselves with this thought, the women crouch down at the door. Mohammed kneels beside the mat on which his mother lies, takes her hands now almost cold-in his own, bends over her and looks into the widely-distended eyes that stare vacantly up at him, and sobs in loud, heart-rending tones "Mother, Mother, Do you hear me? Here I am, your son, Mohammed. You cannot die, for I am with you!"

L. (Luise) Mühlbach - Mohammed Ali and His House