During the time of Umar ibn al-Khattab, three people came to him with a poor young man and said: "O Commander of the Faithful, we ask you to take revenge on this young man for us, because this man killed us and our father."

I don't know how much time has passed since then, my eyes are closed. The time is 01:00 at night. My son stroked my face with his small hands and woke me up with a little fear: "Grandpa, you fell asleep without reading the night." I can see that he has a joy prayer in his hand. We stared at each other for a while. There is sadness and love in my son's eyes. I went and performed ablution, and my son followed me, praying. I took the prayer from his hand and started praying...

The boy instantly felt a blow as if he had been hit on the head with a stone. He didn't know what to say for a while. But he thought for a while and decided that it is not good to announce that he has grown up and grown up. Taking one last look in the mirror, he took off his clothes and threw them in a corner, putting on his old clothes.