AKHTAR N JANJUA

Allah created humans from a male and a female and made into tribes and nations for identification. However the most righteous is the most honoured. No Arab has any superiority over a non-Arab nor is a White any way better than a Black. All created beings are the decendants of Adam and existence of Adam sprang from dust. hence all claims to superiority and greatness, all demands for blood or ransom and all false traits or trends of rule are false.

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Sunday, October 17, 2021

THE STORM - SUPERMAN and THE SAILOR ...

Friends .....

Once upon a time there was a Preceptor par Excellence who fantasised to be on the 'Island of Dreams'. He found the Power-Boat to sail through the high tides. The crew of the boat had fallen for his charisma, lofty ideals, alluring promises and monumental status (in his chosen field of expertise) on one side and harrowing brutalities of 'sulking-pirates' of the past on the other. He, therefore,  managed to reach the Dream-Land and was instantly surrounded by (most of them) the GOATs (Greatest of All Times) deliverers-(self proclaimed but in reality incompetence, opportunism, self-interest personified,  foe-making, law-breaking, back-reporting sell-outs). Some say The Crew was part of selection process, others say they were not heard.


It was now time to convert the island into promised-land but alas mis-everything shattered the dreams of the adorers. The turning tides started dumping and slinging mud on the island and the pools. The boat and its proficient crew, however, was always at hand to manoeuvre through the muddy waters.


Baneful is the familiarity which sets in the notion of 'who-cares'. One day the Preceptor asked the Skipper of the boat, are you well conversant with the bounds of the Ocean and your own limits? The skipper told him, I know my Area very well and a little beyond too. 'Know that you are constrained', said the Preceptor.


.... And then the Ocean erupted, gusty winds, ghostly sounds, rocking waves jolted the Island. The skipper asked, 'do you know sir how to swim? Why should I, am a hero, people like you carry me on their shoulders .... and then .... THE SAGA BEGAN ... Old pirates smelled the fishy rot ... Hyenas laughed, Vixens snarled and Owls squeaked ... 

It is to be seen if storm finally subsides and ‘business as usual’ returns or the ugly chapters of history once again flash and thunder …


(INTERVAL)




(Inspiration - Mevlana Rum R A) 

(Similarity if any be taken as a mere 'Conjecture of Coincidence').




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