You have asked me for the story or rather the legend of Madillah, I am going to tell you in my own way based from what I have been told or heard. It is as authentic as I can make it, thusly I have spoken…

In sunshine or shade I am …there are many things I cannot say due to the fact that you lose the beauty of the language…

I could close my eyes, live over these days when life was just one round of endless wandering…

This is a story that is modern in its scope as compared to the rest…

I want to tell what my so-called god did to him when I left him at the grave that night. He dug him out and then started to flay me. I died first. He died the second time. It was very hard for me, but what could I do? He was his god and I belonged to him. He skinned him and saved the skin. It is now drying, and as soon as it dries, then he will breathe into it and it will become my form...

Though some others have different version than I have, it is all about the same in substance…