
My father, may God have mercy on him, or my uncle, I do not know which one, he told me that he saw a hunter who had hunted a lunula dove, and a free stalk came, and he mentioned it. When he looked at it, and the hunter had slaughtered it, it flew in the air, soaring until it rose while we were looking at it, until it was almost hidden from our sight. Then, it gathered its wings, shrouded itself in them, and made His head was close to the ground, and it descended with a sound until it fell on it, and he died from that moment on, and we were looking at him. This was the action of a bird. O lover, where is your claim in loving your Lord?