The sixteenth spelled my son's first birthday. The seventeenth spelled six men filing in a row into my home, eyes cast between the baby and the floor, each politely refusing the food and drink politely insisted upon them, leaving behind traces of balloons and clothes sized a half year large, toys, tissue paper, selections alien to most of their fingers and left without specifically being offered and largely without a word.
And the thing is, it was nice.
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'there are rewards,' said the prophet, 'for all endowed with fresh and tender hearts' •
anyone who kills a sparrow for nothing, it will cry to god against him on the day of resurrection •
there would enter paradise a people whose hearts would be like the hearts of birds •
righteousness is that about which the heart and soul feels tranquil •
there is none among believers who plants a tree or sows a seed from which a bird or person or animal eats but that it is regarded as a charity of him
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