Once upon a time a hunter went out to the woods to hunt. In the woods, he saw a tree full of birds. He shot them and many fell. Some were dead and some were wounded.
He bagan to pick up the dead birds and to kill the wounded ones with his knife. While he was busy at his task, a few teardrops came to his eyes because of the cold. Two wounded birds were watching and waiting for their turn. One said to the other: "This hunter has a good heart.Look at his eyes, he is weeping for us". The other bird said: "Just forget his eyes. Look at his hands".....
credited from the novel : Ch13 Where the Streets Had a Name - Randah Abdel Fatah