ention to tion, tand t I am indeed unique. But t features point to turist ed me, not to my uniqueness as a  tly like me. I’m simply t exists in a miniaturist’s imagination.

    Looking at me, observers frequently say, “Good God, ually praising tist, not me. All  distinct, and turist, above all, ougo knohis.

    take a close look, even a given stallion’s organ doesn’t resemble anot be afraid, you can examine it up close, and even take it in your s own.

    Nourists illustrate all ed by Allaest of all Creators. ake pride in simply rendering tens of t ever truly looking at us? I’ll tell you ing to depict t God perceives, not t t t amount to cy, t is—Alla it saying t I could do tists   tists ing t s in tion is God’s ists   blind miniaturists dra tting ting h Allah?

    tyles of ters aren’t blaspe te, t in

    keeping  my Erzurumi bret misunderstand me. It displeases me t Frankis to pious modesties, t t understand t t   Jesus is also tect us. I become so aggravated by t if I ever came across one, I’d give him a good mule kick.

    Still, I’m sick of being incorrectly depicted by miniaturists o  me at a gallop ended at time. t a  runs like a rabbit. If one of my forelegs is for. Contrary to ed in battle illustrations, t a  extends one foreleg like a curious dog, leaving ted on tence raced ical stencil ty times back to back. e  t our feet uesque stance and  around elegantly, tings.  our eating, drinking, sting and sleeping? o depict t of mine? On ticular, love to s