June 11, 2008
This sunny afternoon, I was lying on the grass with my friend. Sun was too strong for him to read, so he laid his head on the thick book he was nursing. After a while, eyes still closed, he said: 'This time last year I gave her a birthday card. It had the Hand of Fatima on it, and inside I wrote her name in bold lettering. Her name was being worshipped by an angel; there were angels standing either side, and her name was written on a fiery globe.' He laughed at this later: it must have been true.