وَلَمّا فَصَلَتِ العيرُ قالَ أَبوهُم إِنّي لَأَجِدُ ريحَ يوسُفَ ۖ لَولا أَن تُفَنِّدونِ

As the caravan departed, their father said, “I can sense the scent of Joseph, even though you think I’m senile.”