[Machine] Anas used to sit and a bed was laid for him to sit on. He would hold his son between his hands and play with him. One day, he came out while we were playing and said, "O my sons! How bad what you throw is!" Then he took something and threw it, and it did not miss the target.
كَانَ أَنَسٌ ؓ يَجْلِسُ وَيُطْرَحُ لَهُ فِرَاشٌ يَجْلِسُ عَلَيْهِ وَيَرْمِي وَلَدَهُ بَيْنَ يَدَيْهِ فَخَرَجَ عَلَيْنَا يَوْمًا وَنَحْنُ نَرْمِي فَقَالَ «يَا بَنِيَّ بِئْسَ مَا تَرْمُونَ» ثُمَّ أَخَذَ فَرَمَى «فَمَا أَخْطَأَ الْقِرْطَاسَ»