How is it, that camels are a lot of us. I tend to my camels every day, and the behave a lot like us. Some must be pampered, like my sister. Some take all the work willingly, Just like me. Some of them are old and wise, like Grandfather. Some younglings are wild and crazy, as my cousins are. And some are fat and lazy like Auntie, well, lazy for a desert lady is different from people who stay in one spot; but you get the point. Just like humans, you can become best friends with a camel, and when that camel leaves you, you feel the same pain as if It were a human passing to heaven. They carry the weight of so many things, burdens, and our stuff. Sometimes, I wish I were a camel, then I wouldn’t be forced to marry anyone, and I would just have fun until the day I die.

“I name the camel Mithoo for the sweetness of his nature.” page 20