94وَلَمّا فَصَلَتِ العيرُ قالَ أَبوهُم إِنّي لَأَجِدُ ريحَ يوسُفَ ۖ لَولا أَن تُفَنِّدونِM. M. PickthallWhen the caravan departed their father had said: Truly I am conscious of the breath of Joseph, though ye call me dotard.