he sat on a chair in the garden, looking at his little children playing near the trees.Two sons-Maagar and Samiran were arguing, two scoundrels, as he himself called them, and the third-Anis, sat under a tree and read, the boy to whom Od prophesied his throne

but most of all the father was interested in his youngest, you, his red-haired daughter.You ran barefoot, and then you walked up to your father, and stroked his cheekbones with your tiny fingers while he knelt down to be at your level