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being depicted in all cases。 It is evident from these pictures that I’m perceived

differently   by   everyone。   Still;   I   have   the   strong   sense   that   there’s   a

monality; a unity to the illustrations。

My  miniaturist  friends  were  recounting  a  story  recently;  and  from  it;  I

learned  the  following:  The  king  of  the  Frankish  infidels  was  considering

marriage  to  the  daughter  of  the  Veian  Doge。  He  was  considering  it;  but

then he was plagued with the thought; “What if this Veian is poor and his

daughter  ugly?”  To  reassure  himself;  he  ordered  his  best  artist  to  paint  the

Veian Doge’s daughter; possessions; property and belongings。 The Veians

could care less about gross indecency: They’ll expose not only their daughters

to  the  prying  eyes  of  the  artist;  but  their  horses  and  palazzos;  as  well。  The

gifted infidel artist could depict a maiden or a horse in such a way that you’d

be  able  to  pick  either  out  of  a  crowd。  Back  in  his  courtyard;  as  the  Frankish

king  examined  the  pictures  from  Venice;  pondering  whether  he  should  take

the maiden as his wife; his stallion; suddenly aroused; attempted to mount the

attractive  mare  in  the  painting;  and  the  horse  grooms  were  hard  pressed  to

bring the ferocious animal under control before he destroyed the picture and

its frame with his huge member。

They say that it wasn’t the beauty of the Veian mare that had aroused

the Frankish stallion—though she was indeed striking—but the act of taking a

particular mare and painting a picture in her exact likeness。 Now; the question

arises:  Is  it  sinful  to  be  depicted  as  that  mare  had  been;  that  is;  like  a  real

mare?  In  my  case;  as  you  can  see;  there  is  very  little  difference  between  my

image and other pictures of horses。

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Actually;  those  of  you  who  pay  particular  attention  to  the  grace  of  my

midsection; the length of my legs and the pride of my bearing will understand

that I am indeed unique。 But these excellent features point to the uniqueness

of  the  miniaturist  who  illustrated  me;  not  to  my  uniqueness  as  a  horse。

Everyone  knows  that  there’s  no  horse  exactly  like  me。  I’m  simply  the

rendering of a horse that exists in a miniaturist’s imagination。

Looking  at  me;  observers  frequently  say;  “Good  God;  what  a  gorgeous

horse!” But they’re actually praising the artist; not me。 All horses are in fact

distinct; and the miniaturist; above all; ought to know this。

Take a close look; even a given stallion’s organ doesn’t resemble another’s。

Don’t be afraid; you can examine it up close; and even take it in your hands:

My God…given marvel has a shape and curve all its own。

Now  then;  all  miniaturists  illustrate  all  horses  from  memory  in  the  same

way;  even  though  we’ve  each  been  uniquely  created  by  Allah;  Greatest  of  all

Creators。 Why do they take pride in simply rendering thousands and tens of

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