Zara embroidery work

Went on a look out for an embroidery master, met this man in his 50's in a spooky lane in the middle of a bustling bazzar. He sits in his dimly lit shop which can hardly accomodate three people. An odd oblong shaped space below a stairway. He sits with his embroidery frame and 'auzzar' a large needle without the needle hole and blunt skewed tip. He seems to be in peace with his space, honks and general chaos of the outside world does not seem to affect his flow. He is not weak but feeble, some thing more than just the bread he earns gives him enough strength and pursuit to carry on and produce some exquisite piece of work day in and out. He asked us not to come during his navaz and that he will only be able to deliver after the Ramzan season.
He nodded and amiably muttered that B did a good job embroidering sequins in her sari. I felt an unknown calmness mingled with ingenuity and grace in his shop. A tired hand after a long days work raises in faith thats keeps him going. Piety never hopes for a shrine.