In this beautiful setting, amongst storytellers who tell their tales with their hands, he delights in sharing his collection of stories told through the voice. Everyone is enchanted; they never heard of the story of the mullah who gave the king his comeuppance, or the epic of a princess who disguised herself in seal skin. Their countryside ears relish the way he narrates these mundane and sometimes crude tales with the mastery and elegance of a hafiz.

It comes to be that his presence isn't just expected nightly, but demanded. As time progresses, Zeynel grows so comfortable and happy sharing his passion to a willing audience, that it isn't very long until he feels something like family towards them.