he did all the prayers, but he never felt like those all were enough. the more he did the more he groaned for lacking of praying. he got the prettiest wife, with the most beautiful behaviour, yet he was afraid to show her to the world, not even on a picture, like she was a pearl under the deepest sea; his most precious jewel. he worked his hardest to get money, but he chopped it for the neighbor behind, for the widows and the orphans around the corner. he had electronics, he watched tv like almost every human being did, he surfed internet too. but the news never shook him right nor left, he stood still on what he was always taught; never say a word of what you don’t have the knowledge about.
in the world where existence doesn’t matter, he exists.