SHIP WENT UPS AND DOWN
…..‘Lessons
and lectures even on an educational trip. Isn’t there a bell system worked in
11th century to get rid of these interpretations?’ Hassan looked
around for a clock.
‘Don’t ask for it, dude. A 40 minutes bound periods
are indigestible most of the time,’ Murtaza got worried on his idea.
‘This is done for the…,’ the teacher was about to
finish the lecture when their ship shuddered with a sudden jolt. They all
rolled to one side of the room and then to another corner. It was about to ups and down. They tried to
hold any support from the rolling vases, lanterns, wooden pens and even the
paper leaves but all went in vein. The ship seemed to be crashed soon. It was
revolving like a fish tail.
The trembling stopped after a while and it came to a
less intense swinging mode. Some students dared to come outside. A small boat was rushing fast after hitting
their ship. It was no use to follow them except to yelling on them. Another
decorated wedding ship was also stopped there. The small boat also smacked it.
The captain of the ship looked the ship for any destruction and forced it to
move after a while.
IT WAS A PART OF PLAN
‘I told you to be conscious. What if the ship ups
and down. Why you crashed into wedding ship,’ one robber ticks off their head.
‘Don’t tell me. I know how to do my work. The crash
with wedding ship was just fun. We also have a right to enjoy sometimes.’
‘What do you think, how much time we’ll have to wait
for them,’ the third man asked.
‘Not more than half an hour, my men are waiting near.
Soon they’ll be in our control.’ They turned their small boat to the near bank.
ROSE PETALS AND A LETTER OF HAZRAT UMER TO NILE
That wedding ship again started its journey in the
noise of ‘tabla’ and ‘tazmir’. There was a feast and fun in that ship. Some
boys were dancing and enjoying herbal tea in the music. The beautiful voice of
tazmir was overwhelming the atmosphere. It was fun looking the 11th
century dream.
‘Look bride and a groom,’ Hassan pointed towards one
side excitedly.
A group of
young girls was dancing in a circle. A beautiful bride and a handsome groom
were cherishing in their circle. Bride wore white gown with white veil on it. She
wore a heavy gold jewelry likes of pharos queens and princess. It was enhancing
her beauty.
‘Hey, why are you staring at us?’
‘I think they want to join us,’
‘Then we should send an invitation for them. Listen
Ibrahim, listen Ahmed. These boys are calling you.’ A lot of girls gathered at
the edge of wedding ship. Their commentary was following their cackling.
‘Oh my god, these girls are fast and furious like Nile,
after all they drink from here,’ Hassan held his ears and moved back.
‘But I still wants to have chat with them in my
time,’ Hassan thought of face book chatting on travelling back to 22nd
century.
‘Travelling forward not back,’ Murtaza over heard
his mumbling and grinned.
Suddenly a
bulk of rose petals fell on them like the rain drops. Bride’s family was
throwing petals from the bridge. They were also moving slow behind the wedding
ship, as their ship got some faults during the accident and now it was
struggling till the nearest safe riverside.
The scene of scattered and flowing petals on the
fast flowing waves was eye catching. Murtaza fled some petals from his head, in
the water. Colorful petals were convening their face on indigo background. Nature’s artistry was at its boom. Murtaza tried to touch and arranged some of
the petals. Surprisingly those petals started to arrange in a specific pattern
by themselves. Their assembling was finished now. After sometime a clear
writing pattern was embossed on the waves.
 |
| letter to Nile river by Hazrat Umer |
‘What is this written? I think I have read this
before. Where? Where?’ Murtaza read the print again and again in astonishment.
‘Oh, I know it, I remember now. These are the words
of the letter from Hazrat Umer to a furious Nile. I know it. I know it. Yes, it
is,’ Murtaza called Hassan, who was busy watching the wedding ship.
‘Dude, they’re having something tasty there. Can’t
we join them? That future scientist should arrange a mouth full of cuisine
during our journey in past,’ Hassan felt the aroma of roasted fish in the air
and came to Murtaza.
‘Look Hassan, these petals are telling us
something,’ Murtaza excitedly pointed towards the petals.
‘I saw some writing over here.’
‘What? Where? These are just scattered petals, which
are telling us to go down for lunch. Your empty stomach is drawing illusions on
water.’
He was right, now the petals were flowing fast in a random
way. There was not any imprinting now.
‘It was not my illusion. I read it myself. You know the
Egyptians sacrificed a young girl on the 12th night of June, every
year to please the Nile for centuries. After sacrificing, the Nile flew in
flood and the whole land around bear fertile crops. When the Muslims conquered
this area, then Hazrat Umer abolished this custom. Not any girl was sacrificed
that year but…,’ Murtaza stopped for a while by looking at the Hassan.
‘Where are you going?’
‘For lunch, what is special in this story? Men had
been sacrificing a girl for years to please the river and rain gods etc. These
all are myths,’ Hassan showed a total disinterest.
DID HE HAVE ANY REPLY OF HIS LETTER?
‘This is not a myth. When the girl was not sacrificed
the Nile dried out that year and it was drought all around. Though practiced
Muslims, local Egyptians insisted to persist their custom again. It was the
case of their survival after all,’ Murtaza continued.
‘Really, I didn’t know about this. Did they were stopped
forcefully.’ Hassan stopped there in amazement.
‘I think nano forgot to tell this story,’ he got embarrassed…..
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