Ahmad
In the dead dark of the wintry night, there seems to me spine chill coming out of my senses through the sweat glands most possibly I was feeling, rather witnessing the awe of dead darkness of the night; the wickedness of my thoughts was roaming between the two lobes of my brain; perhaps I was flying high up in the sky like a Genii- wicked but kind hearted- looking down on earth: on God’s creation—creeping like tiny creatures—the worthless and mean, sucking the blood of each other.
The imagination that I described above, may seem to you weightless for the time being but as I go further deep in the matter you might get enough
experience to appreciate my courage in facing such furious events that took a short while after I found myself in the Hell.
Said Ahmad, a highly ambitious but pious youth of 29 years, though he has got piousness as a gift from God but still he is not satisfied—for which, the saints worshiped but not acquired.
Ahmad the master of all things, of trades, of manners, of politics, of morality, neither his heart nor his soul craves for worldly gratifications, his pulse never palpitates for anything, but still he lacks satisfaction.
In search of satisfaction—of what type he is in—I do not know clearly at this moment but, of one thing, I am sure, he has a sort of pain in his mind.
People say that he is ill-omened and wretched, but I never nourished That thought, and now I too think he is ill-omened despite of his piousness, at times he even have not food to eat—which the Sustainer has promised,
With hunger pangs, the killing chill and with no source to overcome these he lives like a dog, sometimes he cogitates why he is not a dog.
The wretched of wretches’ is that he does not even possess’ a friend.
“I saw four moons hovering in all four directions just a few hundred meters above my head and when I gathered my senses; for they were lost in awe and amazement, I rotated my eyeballs in search of a way out”. Said Ahmad to Owaisi- a priest, the religious head of the place where Ahmad lives.
Owaisi is revered and respected; for he has attained this status in inheritance; his immediate ancestors never had taken cudgels to minister their followers and general population.
What I am suggesting here about Owaisi is not based on my findings but instead has been determined by the present state of affairs of our society.
The title assigned the name of Owaisi suggests preacher, in fact there are many men who have assigned “Head Preacher” before their names. The greed for money, gluttony is the motive for which they are surviving.
“You have seen a meaningful dream whose end is disastrous but gratifying if you wish” answered Owaisi.
“Oh God, what you have forbidden shall be bounty and what I have read from your book: clearly mentions the forbiddance of the things” said Ahmad in a sense to address almighty God.
Arin, the daughter of Owaisi, a young and a beautiful lady of 26, juxtaposed to that of Ahmad in the study of Owaisi “what might be expected from a man like you, Ahmad,” said Arin. After a pause Arin started again “especially when a person is in full bloom capable of doing anything”, stopped she breathing a mouthful of air into her lungs and exhaled it out with a smell of intense feelings for Ahmad and asked “what do you think father”, o, certainly anything is expected from the kind of guy he is”, Owaisi stops lifting a page of the book he is reading and adds “don’t disturb me dear I am preparing for tomorrow’s congregation’. With this he picks up the other book from the book rack and starts reading again, this time more keenly.
His white colored face and spectacles on eyes with grayish beard didn’t hide his specious character at least to me, and Ahmad too, well knows his hypocrisy and why he is impressed by Owaisi, I don’t know. Everyone is mindful of Owaisi, but what matters they are all alike him, they are his followers for he never reproaches them for their doings and I don’t hesitate in unveiling the truth as Owaisi has two way money inflow- thus a puppet of two groups. He is not concerned about his society that is uprooting the morals, ethics and holy laws. He has no solicitude for his society, in greed of money-less is he interested in preaching but more in politics.
By hearing the remark of Owaisi, Ahmad got-up and moved outwards with big strides with a feeling of regret. Arin follows him quietly up to the dark lobby of her house; the time was near about 9 o’clock at night and hold the hand of Ahmad from behind and said to him “ I am sorry , please stay here this night”, “leave me”, said Ahmad in a scolding manner but with weakness for he hasn’t quenched his hunger from three days. “One thing I never understood why Ahmad has nothing to eat when he is master of all trades- this is the point to ponder”, Ahmad repudiated the promising night and then left the home of Arin.
He went through an abandoned house towards his unknown destination. Very well of his timidity, still he walks in the dead dark thinking motive of his being. He sat on the pavement of that abandoned house and said to himself “what is this that made me to reject the offer of Arin, was that the fear of God, or demur, ‘perhaps the problem of my mind addicted to pessimism has sent me towards the wretchedness and the deviating state of mind, this vast gloom, the rancor of my painstaking thoughts have left me nowhere”, he pauses with melancholic deep sigh, “the struggling soul inside my being has not yet overtaken by the deadly sins who are ruling the souls of the people here”. He stops by pushing both his hands onto his stomach.
