He had wanted plastic art, then that of music, then was hauled to words:

O landscape of the night! you set a form of order to the darkness by the watches of isha, the sunna, tahajjud, fajr and subh;

so he took his tent with him wherever he went and joined the Bedouin.

His doing-without only brought increase; he remembered the paucity and anxiousness of the times of covetousness. “The good is in a little which lasts, continues and goes on” – and shall be found where greedy eyes have deemed it too small.

The beach was chock-a-block and very hot so she removed her veil to better camouflage her swim.

His opposite Names of non-opposition and the words of ad-dadd, الاضاد changing from half full to half empty perhaps, like the marhaban of welcome and its opposite of unwelcomeness.

‘My disconfort from torridness is the confort of the mangos while my shiver at the cold is the delight of the snow’ he added.