The great poet and thinker Shams Tabrizi recalled his childhood like this: When I was young, my parents and relatives called me an "unfortunate animal". My father once, standing up to my incomprehension, asked me, "My son, what about you and me?" If you want to put me in a mental hospital, you are not crazy, and if you want to give me to a church, you are not religious, so what should I do?" asked. I said to him, "A duck has laid an egg in the hen's nest, which is laying eggs. Eggs come out of the shell and go along the shore of the pond with the hens and chicks. At this time, the hen, who saw the duckling jump into the water of the pond, cried out in vain and called for help, as he could not swim by himself. Father, listen to me, I love you without limit. But I don't want to stay on the shore. The sea is calling me. I feel it, I will fix my house there. Is it my fault that you can't swim and don't want to learn to swim? My father understood the answer.'