[Machine] If you see the son of Munkadir praying, you would say that he is like a branch of a tree being swayed by the wind, and the mangonel (catapult) falls here and there without concern.
لِي ابْنُ الْمُنْكَدِرِ لَوْ رَأَيْتَ ابْنَ الزُّبَيْرِ وَهُوَ يُصَلِّي لَقُلْتَ غُصْنُ شَجَرَةٍ تَصْفُقُهَا الرِّيحُ وَإِنَّ الْمَنْجَنِيقَ لَيَقَعُ هَاهُنَا وَهَاهُنَا مَا يُبَالِي