Angels do not know about the pangs of death and hunger. Nor the cold of winter days, the way a crying child may know it. Angels are not sensitive to sins that weigh one down, a thing they see from far as all their world’s aflutter with Divine expressions of praise.
What would make them shy?
What gravitas would a person possess to make the angels bend that lofty disregard of human frailty: what love or greatness could a person’s state create to alter lines of straight ecstatic joy? It must be gravitas, concern, of something otherworldly but beyond angelic.
Where is your Attention? What concern gives you gravity?
Zaid ibn Thabit said: I heard the Prophet, may Allah bless him and grant him peace, saying, ”Uthman passed by me while one of the angels was with me, and he said, “A martyr whose people will kill him. We are shy of him.”‘