Ali Maula, Ali Maula
Ali Maula Ali Maula
By now, the Chief seemed to exhibit all the familiar gestures of terrible madness. His expressions stretched out his face. He screamed out from his insides. His low-pitched voice turned piercingly high. His arms shook. His chin quivered. His eyes rolled. His entire body waved around in all directions. I thought he looked strangely at me. Somebody asked me if I was all right.
Oh, my eyes were rolling!
Ali Maula Ali Maula
Ali Maula Ali Maula
AliMaula AliMaula
I dissolved into another existence. I became a part of the universe. I was the marble. I was the dust. I was the sky. I was the star. I was the raindrop.
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Spent and tired, I lumbered towards the back of the shrine amidst a group of beggars who were waiting for the Biryani to be distributed. With eyes partially closed and back inclined against a wall, I saw the same Pankha-walla appearing and starting to fan me. To express gratitude, I took out a ten-rupee note but he refused, mumbled something, and moved on.
It was time to leave. The squashed sticky rice grains of the Biryani, spilled over from several mouths and paper plates, clung to my bare feet. I did not go to the tomb-chamber, postponing the formal consummation to some other night.
Article comments
1 - gazelle
ali maula maula
2 - sajjad
shrine r the places of shirk & biddah,places where unislamic activities take place,how can we expect good results,its not just one case like this b happening with innocent,simple & nieve people,we need to educate them so they don't suffer with hands of these lusty,greedy people anymore.
3 - Ensorcelled Reader
Beautiful.
Spiritual Helplessness.
It's a divine feeling.