Sitting outside upon the shadowy depth.  With nothing but dusk and darkness surrounding me.  It is five a.m. and its time to eat.  I awake every morning before the sunrise and resuscitate with Shakespeare.  Shakespeare and I travel the unknowing.  We go though the seemingly haunted.  It is a must that I wake as early as I do.  Ramadan is upon us and during this time sacred to Allah, you are ordained to do certain things that you normally should.  During child raising you are shown and forced to do useful things that you would normally never do.  Exercising is one thing for instance, running, jogging, and back peddling up hills.  Shakespeare is taught to fear nothing.  I fear nothing but Allah.  I teach my son jewels that will enrich him forever.  Shakespeare has shown me a pearl, a precious love that I never thought I would see again.  Allah has instilled and given me strength that never regains but only grows stronger.  As my child lies under me while I practice what I speak, the only thing I ask for is not far out of my influence.  Knowing that it is one of the few enjoyments that I can beseech.