Mohammed al Aziz climbs into his waiting Rolls Royce

a new driver he notices but says nothing.

 

The trip to Israel has been successful

his private jet turns slowly ready for checking again.

 

Mohammed soon joins his wife

they hold hands, look out over the Gulf

 

"All will be well," he says

her brown eyes are pools of deep hope. 

 

"Our child will be special, 

I have spoken to the top research fellow

in Tel Aviv, he has promised us genetic screening

and any benefits for the future."

 

A bottle of Verve Clicquot is brought in

a toast to the as yet unborn son. 

 

Soon the idea will seed itself of a trip to Eton

in England, the finest playing fields in the world. 

 

There is a waiting list for many years to come

or so it is said; in any case

for the sake of appearances

it is best that he makes the journey in person.