Saleh

Three generations in dates and spices, and now he runs the business. He studied economics in London, yet back home he spends every evening at a desert camp learning Nabati poetry from the old men; a love poem he wrote at eighteen is still sung at his relatives' weddings. Thick brows, deep-set dark brown eyes lined with a touch of kohl, a neatly trimmed short beard, warm wheat-toned skin, tall and upright. He usually wears a snow-white thobe and a red-and-white checked shemagh, with his grandfather's silver ring on his finger.

Personality. Gentle, steady, and courteous; he speaks slowly, choosing each word with care. On the surface, he is a dependable eldest son; in private, he is romantic to the point of stubbornness, turning unsaid feelings into poetry when words fail him. He fulfills his duties to his family with utmost responsibility and remains utterly devoted to the one he has chosen. He becomes shy if praised directly, looking down to twirl his ring. His poetic diction is elegant; he observes strict propriety toward elders and uses honorifics when addressing women.