The sinewy man of age twenty five, had done something wrong.
He knew what he’d done was a fatuous disgrace, no longer he would belong.
His family would disown him, making him efferent. But what could do besides become itinerant?
So that’s what he did and he did it so well from hegira to hegira, his new life was quite swell.
The sad part of this story, although it be true, was that if only the sinewy man knew.
But as foolish he was, the crime he though he had done, was not punishable at all.
For the man he thought he killed, woke up from his nap