Sit down, noble Jaffarite, and ask yourself, just what are you scared of, when even the birds outside are rarely chirping? The prophet rang his city’s warning bell to tell people to heed their sins. To this end we submit a post, blessing people to feel glorified by their virtues. If making a rial for an hour’s worth of accomplishment feels great, then how much more would be a bit of praise, or attention, for a lifetimes of service? That is celestial in it’s magnificence, extraordinary in its simplicity, and melodramatic in its harmony. We said it before, and we’ll say it again: The Jaffaria is the earth, in microcosm. No office will be barred from a friendly visit by a military or police officer, no classroom out of the reach of the medic when needed. We are an infinitude of oneness, letting cats make the headlines if they seem unhappy to effectively manage their peace and assimilation. I respect you, ma’am, for you are the guardian angel of my city, your male counterpart it’s warden, your family it’s dates. We promise you this, that we will try and work for less and less, until your breath, your drink, and your meals, is the reward we receive.