He always awoke at eight, a numbersman, compared the calories and the energy expended, unaware summer had come; but today the numbercounter was out of action and he woke unawares at dawn to discover the flawed peach was written for another and his vigour beyond compare;

the apple core on the path for a faqir;

perhaps ‘the ruin with all its trellises fallen in’ for himself.

When all is well and attachment to the dunya grows stronger fear of death increases.

He read of all the ‘international civil wars’ and thought of cold fire, and how may an Arabic word ends in its opposite meaning: the coining of words important for both sides, for those of submission and those of covering up.

And learnt that bewilderment drives one to the Lord, weakness to His power and the Ungereimheiten of his fellow men and women to the fantasies of his own nafs.