I had told the old woman to see that the children got to me before their mother, which she did, and then I sent for the man who claimed to be her husband. When he came and saw the children, he recognized them and they recognized him, as a result of which I was sure that they were his, that she must be his wife and that, as what he said was true, he could not be blamed. I realized that the shame and disgrace belongs to Manar Al-Sana and I was afraid that islanders would think of us as being dishonored. when treacherous harlot came to me, I vented my anger on her and gave her a painful beating, hanging her up by her hair