Why I Drew The Prophet Muhammed

A turbaned figure is perched upon a rock. His long-braided hair falls forward over his chest, the ends of which are tucked beneath his knee, clasped firmly within his arms. He looks ahead and down slightly, avoiding eye contact with a brilliant, winged creature standing a few feet to his left. The unnervingly tall humanoid arches forward and gesticulates with a single finger towards the man deep in contemplation.

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