I have a poem, Children's Ward, in The Interpreter's House no. 64.
The poem is based on the Islamic tradition of the Zamzam Well. The well came into being when (at God's command) Abraham abandoned his wife Hagar and their son Ishmael in the desert near Mecca. Hagar zigzagged back and forth between the hills of Safa and Marwah, desperately searching for water for her son.
In despair, her young son struck the earth with his heel, and water bubbled out.
A similar story can be found in the Bible.