It’s the second time I meet him. 

His tiring makes him lay down at the edge of the 

thick red rug at a corner of this great beautiful 

mosque. Seems that he is looking at something on 

the ceiling. Though he looks tired I can see from the 

way he looks surround that light is splashed out of 

his soul through his eyes and touches everything he 

could catch with his eyes. Like the sun  shining and 

piping behind the rain.