The season was spring. The crops had grown tall. İbrahim hid in a grain field at the edge of the village, close to the threshing grounds. Two children were grazing lambs on the harman (threshing ground) — he looked and saw that they were his son Rasim and his daughter Suude. A few metres away he saw his children, for whose scent he had been longing for years.
He could not bear it. He came out from among the crops and cried out in a trembling voice: “Rasim, Suude”. The children could not recognise this stranger with his matted hair and beard; they ran home in fear. They told their grandfather Mutallip what they had seen. Grandfather Mutallip was an old man who had seen much of life. He grew suspicious — it could be one of his two sons fighting at the front (İbrahim or Galip).
At that moment Salih İnce, son of Hacı Ali, one of the village people, recognised İbrahim. After they had embraced and made up for the long separation, he invited him to his house. Grandfather Mutallip was walking down the street in agitation. Uncle Salih asked: “What is it, Mutallip Ağa, where are you off to like this?” Grandfather Mutallip answered: “Nothing, our lamb has gone missing, and I am looking for it.”
“Do come, the lamb you are looking for is here.”
Uncle Salih took Grandfather Mutallip to his son. When father and son were reunited, they embraced one another with longing and held each other close. That evening they talked with the people of the village until midnight.