“Good afternoon boys”, greeted Mr. Umar, buttoning up his black warm coat. “Have you seen a golden pocket watch?” he inquired from Ali and Ameer, the 13 year old twins.
It was a weekend and the boys were raking leaves off their driveway when their neighbor stopped by looking really upset. Mr. Umar was a gentle man who lived down the street in a red-bricked bungalow. Usually he walked leisurely around the neighborhood, greeting little children and busy adults with a cheerful smile. But that day he appeared to be distressed.
The boys quickly dropped their rakes against the garage door and walked toward Mr. Umar. Ali offered him a seat on a bench and Ameer turned to get Mr. Umar a glass of water to comfort him. But before they could finish their actions, Mr. Umar was up and looking for his pocket watch, determined to find it.
Mr. Umar used his watch all the time. He had got it from his grandfather, who had got it from his grandfather. It was a hand-me-down, but not just any hand-me-down. Mr. Umar had had it for two generations in his family. He loved it dearly, but now it was gone. Mr. Umar looked solemn.
Ameer and Ali tried to comfort him by asking him questions about his pocket watch.
“When did you last see it” asked Ameer, really concerned.
“It was 10 o’ clock in the morning when I went to Mr. Green’s Antiques’ Shop.” replied a troubled Mr. Umar.
Just then Ali glanced at his own watch. "Oh it’s almost time for Asr - hurry up Ameer!” he said, turning toward his brother. Suddenly, they realized Mr. Umar must have felt ignored. “Sorry”, they both remarked apologetically. “No problem,” uttered a puzzled Mr. Umar, "I’ll look for my watch by myself.
“You should come too,” Ali tried to convince Mr. Umar politely.
“And you could get used to going to the masjid, too” added Ameer shyly.
“Hmmm…” stuttered Mr. Umar, "I... I.. ha…have…to…lo… look for my w…watch,” he replied.
“Maybe somebody found it and gave it to the imam to make an announcement about it,” said Ali hopefully.
“Really!” cried Mr. Umar, because he was not used to going to the masjid.
“Yes.” , said Ameer, “it usually happens.”
Mr. Umar felt a little hopeful. He had been looking for his pocket watch for a long time, and now he appeared to be pretty fatigued. Mr. Umar rubbed his forehead with his hand as if he was thinking. During these seconds Ali and Ameer looked at each other awkwardly. Finally he said “Ok.” They started to walk toward the masjid.
After the prayer in the main hall the imam made an announcement in the masjid about a missing watch.
“Is it a pocket watch?”, whispered Mr. Umar to Ali hopefully. “I have no idea!”, whispered Ali back. Mr. Umar asked Ameer where the office was so they could see if the watch was his. Ameer led Mr. Umar to the office which was to the left of the hall. He asked if he could see the watch.
Mr. Umar sighed a sigh of relief, because it was his watch! But he was still confused as to how it got there. A person came to him and told him that he had found it on the walk-way nearby his house, since he lived in the same neighborhood as Mr. Umar.
Mr. Umar was very pleased. He said “Thank you!” to the twins and left. The boys were glad they had convinced him to come to the masjid. From then on Mr. Umar always came to the masjid for prayers, wearing his beloved pocket watch.