Thursday, September 21, 2006


Kay  H.

Once upon -(The heights' time.)
The water crackled the window.
And sparrows flirted in the rain
 Mother kept singing the same lullaby ,
All were lulled in a sweet fear,
Licking the darkness of the night
And whispering,in rhyme. "Besmilla.
"Genie  is coming
"Locust's coming,
Circumcise-r is coming
"Everyone is coming ..
But,you never know who they are!"

A dark shadow chased the  summer wind, through the falling dusk, and ran  amidst the trees of  the ancient  bush  which had survived the destruction of a thousand fires , and when the darkness came over the whole land, the shadow who was chasing the wind,  listened  to the whistles of the nocturnal beasts in the forest - there came through the open sky owls,  fireflies and cricket.

He smelt wildly  the the heavy scent of leaves and night-flower, and fumbled his way across creeks,and stony  detours to shun the tangled boughs, until he flushed  in the rich odor of the  crushed windflower, and  lilies of the valley.He was not skilled verbally (-enough)   to distinguish between  honey-sweet and the golden chain, or to fear the sullen growl of the mercenaries- shouldering their way after him through the dense forest, more than the murmur of the swarm of bees .

And at the night of the wild forest which had  no real trails-through, a sudden purplish-blue surge,flashed in the sky to show him the first clue to the  traceable haven: He screamed with a broken voice."Vidie..." He could not hear himself as usual ,for the stalkers' clamor was now savagely approaching in on him with all  heights' fairy horses  galloping after the  dogs,hounds,falcons, and mercenaries of all tribes. They  were squeaking-war cries- midst drums, and horns , crushing  lilacs and orchids of the motherland...even by the time the horses started rhythmically  squeaking. "Hunt the disciple of Satan." Thus the boy,Tara understood the stalking party behind him.

Tara's mentor was  Satan's Agent of all crafts on the heights. He had tried to cast the boy's statue  after having hidden his secret for  a long time. He, however, obscurely pushed pushed him to escape the heights during the past days, and kept whispering  in his ears. "Flee the hell, flee the hell."
He was old and fragile though struggled  under the raging wind  to stay alive, during their great escape-recently,, growling, and trying to reveal his secret . "Your mother was the lady of..."
"W....."said Tara anxiously. "Shhhh   de...d."

And as his mentor could not breath anymore, Tara turned his eyes from him and  gazed  at the shallow sky,and  stayed motionless with his tow frozen  ruby like eyes.Then he sensed the old man's  heart,the way  they both had checked  his mother's heart.under her breast, hours earlier. (She, too couldn't make it.) Tara groaned drearily,in seeking a little solace,to stand his disturbed soul. However, desperately, he  tried to find the traces of his father's news,in his mentor's last words.

The  artist had only left a sketch of  his father's name on the mud with his trembling fingers. "Phiiidddaasss." Prior of his death the man had hidden all his secrets behind  that big name. He wrote."He was the only man crossed the border." Tara had stayed with his master,until his eyes were closed shut,and when the dogs were just meters away, approaching his body  from all the directions, his only choice jumped into his mind, and pushed the corpse of the old man into a closest  billabong  to confuse the dogs and ease his escape, along its little steam.

 "Follow the stars. Follow your dreams ." That was one of  the deceased man's will. His heart beat faster than ever, He  ran Southward through the heathen province for the rest of the night,midst smokes, fogs and echoes of malicious laughter of the mercenaries .“Here is  the corpse of your devil master, is left for dogs.”

He was not proud, however, his  master had kept  his mother,  in his farm since he was born, but when  he lost his wealth recently  the  local tribunal  activated the act of the communal ownership regulation, and denied him any right to take him as child  into his physical custody. And when the decision made, they asked him, in the tribunal session, in Tara's presence."You know what we mean, don't you, by this act?" - 
 "I do, " his mentor said.
"Then stop this farce -You are not his father- and none of us is certain if he is his father or not. You know the rest of the story, " the tribunal chief growled, and grinned filthily.
" His father is my friend,sir," said he.
"Man, put your  mind in your head-how many nights did he sleep with her ?

"Tara was certain they were talking on his mother's affairs."None- but they slept once in the barn in the warmest day of the spring," said Tara's mentor.
 "Man, think better with me; do you think that all those reverent men had failed?" said the arch-chieftain       "Yes I do," said Tara's mentor.
 The chieftains laughed loudly and to enjoy  the moment  in their filthy way, they dismissed him very soon.

On his run, Tara  did not mind to cross the thunder scorched bay, frosted rivers or even  hot springs.
He had eaten crushed roots and worms,  fingered the wet dirt,and hid himself under heaps of  rotten leaves . The sky hymned against the roaring wind which violently led -Southward  across the heights- the wild flames of the fires- that were  just set by the mercenaries to trap him somewhere.

Somewhere,he clutched the stone of his hideout in his bosom  whistling  ceaselessly with the crickets,until readied to merge with  the forest's fleeing creatures. Amidst them he  let the wind brushing his hyacinth like pendant, on the oldest part of his body which flashed with the gleam of the magical metal. He cried for the cracks of the homeland under the quaking invaders and  smokes. He knew everyone  would claim to have him midst his property, either as a concubine or as a  ghulam.
He remembered his mentor's withered face, looking up, and begging the wind to roar. The man was talking like a wrecked prophet ."It is a long way,, run  and never come to a halt. The sea  is a head of you, though."

His mentor had shown him once the hanging lights of the City Of  Dreams, glittering from its magical niche. " That is the  start of the Continent . Seven years ride on the backs of  horses," said he.. There was nothing visible  except lights, though the old man  murmured."Oh, dear brother, what if we had wings?"

 Tara saw the  lighthouse again, he stuck  to its  lights for a long time.He had known people used to follow the stars by their own eyes or come there to watch the old lighthouse on the shore, before they go home . He  ran  down, from where he was standing until found himself on the sand of the shore,

There he hid himself  in a little creek. He thought deeply, until  came across a magical word -creep-creep- and henceforth he bid himself, furiously. " Creep,creep," And  he crept  through a little artificial crevice-on the shore  until sensed the cold water of the river at a point where was merging violently into  the sea, in a suicide act. He heard the dogs, and the mercenaries arrived on the hill,and screaming loudly ." You are dead, bastard. "

By now, they  gathered on the top of the hill, and readied  for their last attack. He smelt the  breathe of the sea, and again, he found himself in the middle of  his way,but at one of those crucial moments, when he had no choice except -listening to his master's voice ."Cross the stream, I command you, boy, cross the sea."

 He  was already surrendered to him, but was now turning over in his mind, the dream like command, besides his mother's appearance. "Oh, Northern wind, that is the sea," said she in whisper.
"What is the sea, mother?"said he.
"You do not need to have a long tongue. Ride the wave, son, " said the voice.
 He listened to the swish of seals twisting themselves with the giant  waves. Shivered he though, trusted her the most.He looked unto the sky, and readied to plunge into the sea  "Oh, L'd, o' da  see,"  he bleated and slipped into the water, swimming  bravely against the swelling  waves.

As his skin touched the cold tide of the melted snow-he surrounded  to the giant lord. He was  agile and sleek, swam very much like fishes, and drunk the breeze and foam of the chilling water, util  was swept by a rip tide into the heart of the sea.

Slipped further more into the heart of the see, after had taken a brace  ride on the  splendid tides,until incredibly  lingered at the top of a giant wave, looking for the trace of the land, beyond  the old sea's folds.where he could not see anything above the -Mare- save the sparkling fishes-in the son. There was no shore, but  he felt the strength of  his muscles- embracing the- Mare, with his unlimited   skills, and beauty, They were in fact becoming the advent of a new angel.

Though the past kept  hindering him, Tara could not dismiss the images of his mother.    
"Our river,  neighs  for blood," said  his mother.
 "It is our myth, madam, " said his master.
"I know, you believe in nothing. But, no one escapes the  rage of water and fire," said she.
"The rage of the sea, madam," said he.
"Whatsoever," said she furiously.
 The boy thought sadly,she did not behave as such, most often.

He kept thinking deeply, until was so disturbed that he begun throwing on of  his intense  tantrum without having uttered a single word. " You were wrong, sir ,there is always  someone."  As the time passed he found himself swimming midst floating corpses,and giant tree trunks, and when he saw some giant  boats propelled by slaves' arms, he stuck to the nearest trunk until they disappeared beyond the waves.

Stimulated, by the heathen strength in his heart, he pushed himself midst the trunks and corpse  like seals. He dreamed of domes and high towers and looked far unto the mild horizon, and fed himself  for many days on little fishes and things never had tasted before. The violet rays and turquoise horizons kept steadily  twinkling and disappearing, with the growing and diminishing of the giant wave,   as if the universe  plays with him - Hide and Seek- and reflecting for his reward  in the sky all his beloved hues.


 The aquatic disciple  swam steadily days and nights, until was exhausted in his labor on the top of the tides -flied off the handle,he went adrift  with the waves then in his intense  absence a huge  arcus cloud started its horizontal formation, and preparation to lunch the thunderstorm outflow, on its  violent edges- alow as possible.  Tara was- unable to hit or kick  the water though, when he woke up he found himself on the shore.

He would, anyway, neither remember, the faces of Marine's peaceful  creatures that had pushed him all the way to the beech, nor how many days took him to reach that spot. He ,however, found  himself stretched on the sands' of the  desolate shore midst the trunks which also were washed up  on the shore by the waves.  And when he was awakened  by some  stray dogs, he  did not hesitate to start his journey on the foreign land,and walk adrift in the world of uncertainty. He was still far away from the city.

 He walked  upward with the  shore until he  ended up on the outskirt of a little port which was harboring, boats, humble ships  and sleeping caravans-included, merchants  pilgrims, artists, warriors, poets, bards ,travelers, messengers and reward seekers.  When Tara arrived, he did not know, they were still waiting for dawn, the moment when the giant gate swing open for the start of a new day..

A he was close enough, Tara looked up to where the lights and the great wall lay. He breathed joyously "O, lo’ o ee ci’y."  And passed by the breathing hordes on the harbor.  He was none of them, but they too  had crossed distances and spaces through the silk road, heights, mountains deserts, seas, islands and oceans with all their  mysteries and secrets.The merchants have brought damsels, slaves, jewelries, stones, monkeys, parrots, odors, herbs, silk- fabrics and curries.

The city was sleeping under the cold sky of the surrounding  forests,until  was brushed by the breeze of the golden dawn. The artificial lights started diminishing against the  rays of the rising horizon  above the domes of the ancient wisdom.Tara kept gazing through his dazzled eyes, until he heard a scream from the beak of a falcon relief on the giant gate, squeaking. "Welcome people of Planet-on behalf of the citizens  of the  City of Dreams."


"Welcome to The City of Dreams." A screech came out from the tow phoenixes beaks,on the shoulders of the gate. Therefore a soldier in a blue uniform blew in a mythical horn, through the mouth of a lion’s statue on the top of the gate.Therefore, the guards started lifting up the latches of the gate, pulling chains and ropes up, announcing a new day in the city in the name of the king  who was ruling On Behalf of God.

The hordes moved  slowly and passed  through the gate with a thousand hesitant eyes, before they  merged with the trails of  the citizens who were marching on the streets in a festive mood. They  had in fact set off earlier, chanting and marching towards the deepest patch of the city.

 Tara was roundly  obsessed with the strength of the hidden soul in the the massive crowd's morning march .Actually he  ran after the celebrants  across the avenues and magical plazas, gazing  at the dazzling towers, gardens and fountains-surrounding them, until eventually was led astray.He was not worried. In fact, he though exceptionally;  I would have had a great pleasure  if having  marooned  there a bit  longer,before slipping into the avenues  between the lavish houses and great castles.

He ran for a long while after the younger citizens who were eager for leisure pursuits.In consequence,
Tara barely felt how the time passed by, until  suddenly  halted on the start of a huge number of roads,where one of them in particular led to a massive temple in the center of a huge park, The night was lingering magically. He assumed ,they stopped the night to add extra pleasure to the scene,

The towering temple glittered  from seven sides. Tara couldn't  move any further, for having mysteriously obsessed  with the synthetic rainbows in the sky of the temple that was surrounded mildly by smokes and clouds which  gravely  started descending to wrap  the statues ,and mirrors on the both sides of the temple's  entrance , where on the opposite side  the older citizens  started praying under pavilions- scattered around." Ma-ve- us," murmured Tara and aimlessly, arrow like darted  parallel to  a thousand  rays of the gods- to the main  arena , and stayed there loitering, amidst the bee like working crowd tell the real  night fall, the due time of the ceremony.

The city's colored night intrigued the boy- as the lights looked like huge windows opened to their hidden world. The  men of the state recited rhymed verses after their priests  under the ceiling of the main pavilion. They looked undisturbed, and indifferent, and had never experienced disquiet.
"Seven lanterns for the ancient gods, they sung.
 " Three lanterns  for the king, and queen."
"Likewise for the princes, and princesses." they sung.

And then the priests  of the seven religions revealed how grateful they were to their  heathen gods' grace.They lifted their  hands up beseeching." Father, Lord, godfathers, gods, angels ,ancient idols, come down, you are the most welcome among-st us."

And only then the arch priest blessed the guests with the holy scepter, followed by a roaring scream, and flashes  above the throng.And through such a clean space the royal arrow darted up  and flickered  the joy in the city‘s festive mood.

The arrow, however, set off from nowhere, and traveled magically to lit up a torch was hung up  in the sky of the arena. The crowd chanted , and roared. "Long life, Lord... you are the keeper of joy." And started the official event.


Like the procession of comets  the queens' gold coaches streamed down to where the  kingdoms' coat of arms were lift up glittering in the sky above the roaring crowd, waiting for the them  to have a tour, and shouldering their through the crowd. After the tour they went up towards their seats around  the seatof  the queen of the host country .

Almost instantly, when they settled on their spots,  the lords and priests  appeared on the stage.Tara's
eyes followed them joyously, and waited for a surprise, particularly when the cities' patriarchs rhymed together.." "Thou arst the joy of the life,Lord. Keep, the  intruders, and barbarians out of the countries borders- you are the torch that enlighten your allies' visions . "
 "O, Lord, so sweet  thou arst around me, " The chorus chanted.
"For our pleasure, I dare say, your majesty- ignite the desire of the nation."
Tara was not himself now.

Circled on the giant stage,the horn blowers blew in their long bronze horns,.In fact, they formed an Omega sign on the floor around a black diamond altar installed at the middle of the stage.More specially they called it. The Genius' Suicide Altar. And when the blowers  stopped blowing in the horns, the chorus  roared several times hailing the kings, and then sung- Genius Sacrifice- the yearly search for the youth- beauty-  to sacrifice-
Here,with the light,
 "We hunt Eternity;
"The beauty of the long waited genius,
"He comes down the mountains with wondrous  joy,
"To embrace you,
"No matter what your religion is,
"He is the savior who blesses the sinners
"And rubs the dirt of the heart.
"Neither, he blames you for your frailty  ,
"Nor, punish  you for  your strength.
"He is in fact  yourself,
"Strayed for so long after his frame. "

Stunned on their niche, the chorus caught by the presence of a stranger's vivid immediacy in the scene -and as they cast a sudden glimpse on his frame, they overtly-sung- out of their text book
"A wild  smile, leonine hair, and a statue like body, neither anointed nor cursed are in a  bold dress-reluctantly  launching his instinct  disconcerting directness .  "

That was the undetectable  impression of the chorus' members  on Tara who stretched his hand to hunt a fairy like image,who had approached him physically, and then flew above the crowd, as fast as she could- yet, launching into the boy's heart the best quality of her internal chemistry, which acted on his preemptive soul, and brought his gravity down. Tara could not resist the beauty's call. Actually, he was dragged magically insofar that he ignored the whole world around him.

Allured, he ran after her and ripped the crowd swiftly. He did not stop .until he found himself at the center  of the Omega where barbarically the synthetic  rays fell on his body so extensively that the long awaited live statue was revealed in front of the -Altare Dei .

Tara flushed  massively on the stage, and heard the crowd's roaring.
"Good Heven- the God's sign, " they screamed and  starred at his vigorous shadow, particularly when he lifted his hands up to his magnificent face and showed how much his chiseled  body matching  the Altare  Dei- They shouted anxiously "He is the one. He is the one."

In his spontaneous  response ,the horrified archbishop said."He is a foreigner- he has no pure blood."
"Calm down, sir. We have a thousand excuses,"  said the lord steward
"He is not the one," said the holy -priest.
"I am curtain sir," said the Archbishop.
"HE IS NOT THE ONE." the chorus sung.
"HE IS NOT THE ONE." the soldiers sung..
"He is the one ." the crowd roared again.
Horrified instinctively, the Archbishop, jumped into his satanic conclusion. "This curse shall divide the nation, or replace the gods. Thy mercy I beg ,Lord ."

They would rather his  glowing body  against the  flames of the torches which were  triggered now  by the priests'  holy verse-on  the session. His reflection  rocked  the stage and filled the sky with the joy of the cheering crowd."Everyone sees the miracle. Don't deny it," said a rogue priest,and ripped  his peers' hearts who watched each other with stunned eyes that grew up to a great awe  , particularly, when they heard the crowd growling, chaotically.
"The genius...the genius. He is the one. "
 "His blood is  the Altare Dei 's property .".
"Such a miracle! never has  happened in these ages."
The chorus sung." BUT HE IS NOT THE ONE."......
"Your son, Lord, Almighty,we have been waiting for this hunt, for many years."

As the chaos erupted everywhere, the Chorus surrendered to the rogue priest.
" Where are you, Lord," they said loudly and sung. " The altar is ready, we are ready, the guests are ready the kings are ready and gods  are ready. What are you waiting for." The archbishop gestured to the guard-to move, and demanded. "Stop this farce - stop it. Stop it."

Tara  looked upward to where a bright  face  emerged in a fancy maroon  dress and waved to him  midst her family  in side  a luxurious lodge. She waved with a skilled hand, exactly when he cast a glance at the chanting crowd, but the Lord Steward instantly sent his messenger to Lord Northland to silence his daughter. But, ironically the crowd chanted with their  excited heads."Scarlett ...Sacrlett." They left their seats, and lingered  against  the guards who kept disdainfully pushing them backward ,and  screaming to inspire themselves ."For the Kings' sake  , push." 

 Threatened, though with anarchy, the queen along with the roaring crowd, shrouded the fire of her desire with her veil of secrecy. Her inextinguishable  desire drove her to possess the boy so ardently  that, her  decision escaped her lips unconsciously amidst her guests who smiled encouragingly ."I shall come upon  you  and catch you- face to face- by your skin not by your cloak." Swearing to put in use all her key determinant factors to tame the boy on her bed at any cost


The convoy of twenty kings passed now  flowing softly on the royal carpet in a magnificent procession , rising up and down in rhyme,like a flock of swans floating on the  mild waves of the  Northern  lake."His majesty must be waiting  in the paradise temple," the lord Steward said. He meant  the country's king who was  now waiting for the royal guests, without having let any concerns creeping into his heart. "Their majesties  should have been arrived ," he told the lord steward who shuttled between the forum and temple which had a balcony  looking down at the crowd.(The paradise temple was  in fact a crucial element of  the ceremony.)

Tara lingered there, for having sensed the dangers around his body. He was dazzled like a single swan...ranted  to  free himself, and in fact sooner he forced his splendid  body soaring phantom like in the horizon.He ran so swiftly that everyone thought he was flying.

A reverend lord was now leading the choir .He was stunned, and jerked his baton  violently when Tara passed  through the violet haze on the stage, gliding  then before the guests' convoy. The king heard the noise again, and had  a sudden look at the chaos through the veranda. Actually  he moved from his niche . For his shock, he glimpsed a dazzling  statue floating up and down on the stage, and soaring without wings, against the up-roaring crowd. (In his view, the thing looked ridiculous, first, but was surprised  by the kings' delay .)

 However, as the growing  heavenly pleasure spread by the presence of an extraordinary beauty of  the young Adonis -stunned, in his throne, the king  could not hold up any more. Actually he dwindled,and felt himself looking like a humble servant dragged by a formidable charm in the scale of gods' grace.  He was so deeply struck  by the raw beauty of the boy that neither he could think of his experience nor of his gravitas.  

The fret started crawling into his heart, blemishing distinctly his appearance distinctly little by little . Mostly, he feared of  the sublime rays which steadily launched by the boys eyes- He murmured in a great sorrow. "Too blest -  ragamuffin." And urged  Lord Steward to speak.
"Your Majesty!"said the lord steward.
"I dare to say God's mistakes are intolerable , "said the king.
"Your Majesty!"said the lord steward
"If he lived another day, many big heads will be rolling on the streets,"said the king.
"God forbid, your majesty,"
" Do you know what I mean? Step aside and let his holiness closer to me. "
"Yes, Your Majesty," said the lord steward and let the Archbishop take his place.
"Your  king  needs  a miracle," the king told the archbishop.
"We encourage Him not to put off the matter, your majesty,"said archbishop.
"Then what is He waiting for?" said the king furiously.
"Right...I beg your pardon, your majesty."said he and  set off  to seek a miracle for the king.
" Your Majesty, the guests have arrived." said the lord steward.

When they took their seats around in the balcony. The king called for  the kingdom's religious board meeting, and accordingly  the king withdrew to his secret lodge and commanded  the lord steward  to prepare the court for the  priests, scientists, astronomers, sages, ministers, artists, bitches, witches, ambassadors and allied kings.
"Hobos and bitches are on strike, your majesty,"  Lord steward said.
"It is a bad omen," said the king.
" Bring one of them, anyway."
"Yes. Your Majesty. I will."
"Steer clear from the curses," said the king .
"I will, sir," said he, and shunned the gleams launched by the boy's polished serpentine like skin

In the first meeting of the sort which has not been held in many years, the king's statement lacked the  wrestling rhetoric as much as his pale face needed blood.
"We command the priests  to release the remaining oracles, soon.''
"Dreams? Sickness? Genies? Here we are for, your majesty," the Archbishop  said.
"Who ever he is, I bid you to hunt him down immediately."
"Goodness,"The king murmured to himself. Actually, he failed to peruse his argument.
 "He is controlling  my tongue,"said he.
"Your majesty!" said Archbishop.
"I have intention to say bad things."
"God forbid, God forbid," said the Archbishop

 The king said amidst heads- rusted from not being used for years.
"A single bare handed child against me! And I am backed by all those  great men ."
"It is a charm of beauty," said the Archbishop.
"My guests, you are commanding  the sky., lands, and seas- say something about my obsession," said the king. "We see nothing to worry about, your majesty," the kings replied in their diplomatic accents.
"Who allowed him to posses such enchanting properties ?" said the king, and kept raving  about the   promptness,and barbarian might of the boys .

He  denied  a theory that had said, the devil's appearance was an  indicative  of a universal chaos. And  to deprive him of any tittle, but evilness, the king stated.."Doubtless such an arrogant creature is a disciple  of Satan."
 "We believe so,your majesty ," said his guests, without showing  any  concerns about his symptoms.
"The concern, about the  dangerous beasts  has not been  raised  since their  - heyday- during sixteen century ,"said the Archbishop.
"I am certain, it  is a sort of black-ephemera, " said the king to defuse the gravity of his  nightmare.
"Unless, the wild beauty has its adorers, your majesty," said one of the kings.
"I afraid so." The others agreed, but the king denied any threat of the sort.

He sat  among-st  his chattering guests. Though it was not the right  time to ease off, he commanded the lord steward to produce the best of his choice, and in response , however, the lord Steward did not hesitate to call  for  the king's  knights, who have been  housed in the royal castle for the hardest tasks.

The knights, after his retinue, were  the dearest men to the king.Their appearance was a great pleasure for him, but for Tara was an extraordinary lust of challenge - The wind shook his body- like an angel in a storm- in front of the world.  What else I need, he thought- other than this.He reached the edge of the arena and squeaked. He challenged  the knights of the kingdom who were dazzled for having been  ordered to hunt -such  an -(out of reach_-  ghost like shadow.) Tara darted through the space amidst the hordes  like an arrow  for seven times, and climbed the Temple like a leopard does with trees before he disappeared- launching the sweetest tones of his voice

"Have you  seen that thing, again, your majesty?"the Archbishop said- "If  I was an entertainer,......... , I would  say ,I see what you can't see," replied the king restlessly.
"I am all yours, your majesty. I try my best to  see the best side of the thing."
"He humiliate  your king- and you can't see that," the king grunted.
"If your majesty are certain of that , declare the war state immediately."
"I would... but he is just a little boy. What would the wise men of my country would say about sun an  unjustified decision - ,"said the king.

The Archbishop thought deeply- seeking help in his personal worldly- cunning practices, and begged the divine's permission for the mission. "I will take a tour through their minds, your majesty,"whispered in the king's ear."I hope you will- at your best," the king said.
"I won't let him do any harm to you, your majesty."
"I am afraid, he already had."

And in his prompt response the archbishop started his tour, preparing the country's magistrates with his shortest preaching for war- borrowed from the oldest pagan prophetess."The plague is luring  the souls," he whispered into their ears, and when they showed their great interest, he was satisfied that no one  would blame his majesty.  Meanwhile the temple street was  flooded with the best warriors of the country; knights, artillery , and  heights mercenaries whom Tara had feared of most.

The king  waved to the knights, and  stated . "Blessed be mine brave knights. Without you, the heathen -charm would  infringe  the holy kingdom, Therefore,  I command you to eliminate the heretics' breed. Hold your head high, knights,  and attack the God's enemy." And then stately the lord steward  delivered the decree to the knights, who promptly   charged through the avenues and lanes, to capture  the heathen creature.


 The heathen- boy's glory was on the top of the daily news. The women, who were in  particular, bred on  sweet gossips and  rumors, started  henceforth spreading across the country ...the sweetest of them.First, they begun with the growing  love  between of Scarlett and Tara. However, sooner they  circulated rumors around the queen who  kept the miracle boy  in her private pavilion  for having  her nightly affairs or had forced her brother -  the Archbishop- to keep the boy for her in side one of the-Cathedral monastic cells.

It looked the king's spies had not  hidden a slightest trace of danger from their lord.
"Goodness, what charm is  invading my kingdom?" said he, in his wing,  so sadly that his  Arch-maid ventured to interrupt him inappropriately."It is our turn, your majesty,"said she insistently.
"What do want, woman?" said he furiously.
"Lets me have you served, privately, your majesty,"said she.
"What??"said he.
"You know what I mean your majesty."
"Woman, what are you talking about?"
"My queen loves the beauty- more than anything ," said she.
The king was shocked- but developed  a prompt intention to have her hung immediately.
"Your majesty, cast thy kind glimpse at the core of your possessions," said she.
The king halted frozen.
"I treat my citizen fairly."
"You are tired, your majesty."

He was exhausted until she dared and had him lie naked on the marble of the bath of his wing- and stared firing him up with her touches. She pushed  her maids to work on his flesh. They rubbed  his skin with ointment, and other magical perfumes.Actually, by the time, they formed a choir to sing for him the best of his poets' official Odes.

He was now lying in the arch-maid's arms. But the boy's image  evoked many  dissonant narratives about his ancestors' history."Destroy his charm," a voice whispered in his head.
He was sluggish, relaxing under the arch- maid's hands.
"He does not belong to our moral concepts," said he defiantly.
"Even though."
" So, you have no idea what he is capable of."
"Are you ready to hear, more."
"It is the end of my era either way."
"Grasp it- marry the women of your kingdom as much as you can- you need offspring- otherwise the queen will do her best, "said the voice.
"God forbid."

The maids, were stunned of their king's metamorphosis- but were skilled enough to hide their feelings, and keep all kinds of  secrets hidden in their hearts.."I said destroy him,"said he.
"He is in the queen's bed- she has dismissed you tonight, hasn't she?"
"Are you my Satan?" the king screamed.
" No I am your other soul," the voice said.
"You said that- "
Thus he stopped asking  himself anymore.


Gone with the whispers,but his winsome gestures were described, quoted and circulated amidst the city's inhabitants, lately. The more the search campaign intensified,the more the glow of the rising legend coruscated.  They quoted indeed. "The  body's architecture  concludes the soul's delicacy. ."
"Define the edge of your body, before you free your soul."
"You are the only  gate into the eternity."

 Tara, however, had taken a refuge  in the deserted  town hall. He was hungry, and anxious to meet people and preach them by his body in the rainbow like lights of the temple. He had no idea how many troopers  were deployed to hunt him.

He remembered  how his mentor had  pushed  him to hunt, climb  rocks and trees to catch worms,  birds, and  lizards. And when he was desperate lingered on the highest spot of the village's waterfall   watching the transparent waters of the billabongs. Sliding  down the waterfall, like the birds of prey,he  sunk ,and  attacked  fishes, snails  and snakes.

At the mid night then- when everyone was tired of the long stalking campaign, From his hideout, Tara intuited that the street was clear. Actually, it had been deserted earlier.  He slipped out,and then hesitantly walked  through the  little streets seeking wildly  a bold hunt until found himself approaching  the entrance of the Eagle Castle-(Doubtless, he did not know the name of the castle.)

The gate was open. He walked in tentatively  towards the lights, whereas magically  was allured by mirrors  and crowns and trails of golden statues along the first corridor, on ground floor. He had never  imagined such a huge hallway. Horrified, but he thought easily." I am already in." In fact he had had crossed the threshold of the main gate. He sauntered for a while, and stayed alert, expecting traces of those faces whom he had recently seen in the event- the evil ones. Even the queen was evil, he thought.   Scarlett- he thought of the name vehemently; she was glittering, in  her lodge  like a little angel.

As he stepped forward a horrible stream lashed his face, like a swarm of bees. He came to a sudden halt, and scanned   the space with his two  owl eyes. He had  nocturnal eyes all the same, but couldn't at once  glimpse the shadow of a sentry who was standing on the end of the corridor.  Sluggishly, the sentry  nodded  to him to walk away. But when,they were  close  enough the sentry recognized him and pleasantly called him."Come on baby, come on," said he. He looked at him so wildly that the old man froze in his place immediately.

Feared though, Tara did not mind to proceed .The man was  old.Tara gazed at  his  frozen eyes and  walked towards him amidst  the violet beams which were launched by the huge statues of ancient gods, along with the reflection of some Satanic epigraph -script. The  other colorful rays were generated by the crystal chandeliers- fell mildly on the mahogany boards, and the burgundy curtains which deepened the scene's texture more ever . The magnificent hanging lanterns kept  flashing dim lights around him.It was there when he realized how far  he had gone, but some sweet  voices whispered passionately. "come on son, come on, son." Instinctively, he feared the dangers of traps.

Voices; sweet voices. He sensed them even with his skin. They were- whispered  from the deepest side of the walk. Otherwise,Tara would  think,really and truly  everything was dead, solid and silent like the sentry's eyes . Even,in fact, the quietness was blurring his sight. He was hesitant particularly when he  heard  squeaking doors behind him...followed by storm like breathe-oftentimes used to hear on the heights '

The trap is ahead, he thought, and  retreated.Passed again by the petrified- old sentry. He thought deeply until he sensed the  smell of breads and appetizer. Excited, probably, by effects of the savories dishes,  the boy  ran to the end of the corridor where he halted and  dared to touch a half ajar door, and  wondered silently. "What might be hidden behind  the door?"
" Nothing, " he answered himself unconsciously and  looked through the misty space.

He was shocked, but had cast a smart glimpse at everything there.Actually, he gathered himself before the highlanders' mercenaries  reached him. They were there. But he  readied for all  consequences, however, he stepped in.
"What?" he could not say. "what."
Actually he was shocked, by the massive silent crowd in the ball hall- immediately  behind the door.

Amidst them a lion like creature in a maroon silk robe  embroidered with ivory and pearls was sitting on a golden spot. Relaxed. he looked with the same cruel  eyes which Tara  had met earlier- from afar. Nevertheless, with a slack hand the creature gestured to his  knights.
 "Block'm, block'em,"grunted he.
"Let us hunt  him in our way,your majesty," said the heights' arch chieftain.
"Oh, my dear guest, enjoy the show," said the king.
"I will, your majesty," said the highlander.
"I am glad, your majesty."

The king was in hurry. He was interested in his allies' savage verdicts.
"Oh, my friend, you are crueler than I am.Could you please tell me what would be your traditional sentence on your land, for such an evilness,sir," said the king, and waited anxiously for the highlanders' verdict. "We make him a stone of wall, your majesty," said the highlander.
"I see," said the king and dubbed him- " My Knight. "
" Despite everything, you are a unique creative in your  field," said the king.
"In your service, your majesty, "said the highlander.

The savage element of the youth ignited his soul, and let the flame spread  barbarously in his body-  to carry out all his tasks at once.Actually-instantly,  his profound eyes pierced the  king's heart,who unconsciously started  revealing his personal secrets to public

 "The queen needs him in her bed- hunt him - you might be  heavily awarded," said he maliciously.
Tara looked at the others  defiantly. " Have you ever seen such seductive eyes. I ask you shall I blame her majesty?" said the king, and  to stir the heads of  his retinue, nastily screamed ."And none of our  females  will resist his charm. I repeat none- revenge them, sons,"said he.
"I have no daughters, or young wives, but you have!" said the king.
Everyone- the king himself included-  responded in one blow. "Never let that happens, your majesty."

And though  the king was certain his rival was purer than diamond crystal, growled."Then what are you waiting for , holy regiment...charge."
"Enjoy thy glory, your majesty," said the first knight..
"I want his body  unscathed," said the king.
"Your Majesty," they said, and three hundred knights attacked the boy.

In his maneuver, instinctively Tara turned his head to run, but saw all those who chased him through his long journey,  huddled in the corridor gazing at him with a thousand furious  eyes and Bashibazouks' long mustaches. "No way," they screamed  and laughed maliciously.He thought the only way is to ran and step on their helmets an turbans.

When Tara ran  and did what he thought of, the dazzled eyes of the king's magistrates who saw and heard his feet treading on the hordes' helmets - screamed in behalf f of the king who had already lost control-yet stammering in shock. "Whoever catch the savage boy, shall own him."

By now Tara had darted through the main gate  over the last heads- before was trapped in the Queen's guards huge nets. They had  tied tow corners of the net to  both sides of door's threshold, and when Tara reached the door they locked it behind him, and contained him in their net. And then upon her guards'successful ambush, immediately, the queen appeared from nowhere, and  screamed  proudly . "It is mine, your majesty." And added ." Do you mind?"
The shocked king stammered. "Yes, it is yours , but not regardless to the king's conditions, my queen." He looked at her,  pride-less -his  morale was at  rock bottom. .
"I am certain your magistrates, justify my rights, your majesty."
"We will, we will, your majesty."
"I command my guards to take  the boy to my wing,"said she
"I assume you have just disregarded  the royal integrity,  my queen," said the king.
"Your Majesty, have a good night," said she.
"Lords, have a good night," said she and left with her hunt to her wing.

Simmered on the fire of envy though, the king could not say anymore, for having relied mostly on the three kings who allied with the queen  like brothers to a sister. They had in fact sworn during  their  discipleship under Archbishop's grave commandment   to stay as such forever-even they symbolized their resolution  by mixing their bloods. The Archbishop witnessed their act and blessed their brotherhood.

However, the plan, in the king's point of view, was to avoid an inevitable disaster that might their triple love bring upon them.In his prompt response, after had improvised a short speech to congratulate himself and his kingdom's citizens, the king  set off furiously to his castle where he decided to surprise the queen in her wing  without following the royal visitation etiquette, particularly when he found out that the lord steward was not in his right place now.

He left his wing and walked stealthy through the long corridor of his castle  to the queen's wing. The queen had dismissed all her guards.When the king crossed the first layers of the silk drapes- came to a sudden, halt to eavesdrop on the queen;s whispers to her  maids all the same, but heard he  the deepest sighs of pleasure escaping all his wife's nozzles. "Queen's sexual sighs!"he gasped  in shock    and stopped his breathe, then proceeded amidst the silk barriers, until he glimpsed the two naked ghosts fighting on her royal bed-

She was on the top of  the boy, leading him upward and downward, in the greatest harmony the king had ever seen. (Remembered, how he had used to spy on the reality of the libertines' desires vi exchanging concubines with his peers.But had never heard of such extraordinary couple of libertines.)

The boy was struggling with all his talents to keep the gravity the queen  unscathed, with the greatest respect to her sheer weight, desires- and groans- "up- more- push up my belly, I am your concubine, lord,"she cried delightfully along with all her  recipient organs. The king could not interrupt, or disturb  her-. The boy was tied to her bed, while two of her strong black slaves were standing alert  with their spears directed to the boy's heart.

 Thunderstruck like , the king, withdrew, and ran back to his wing, and there  without consulting anyone,he called for his most truthful knights' gathering immediately. He and led them to his wife's wing, where they captured the exhausted boy amidst a great astonishment. Their naked queen screamed bravely  and embraced the boys body with her loins and arms, but the knights snapped the boys and killed her two guards who witnessed the event- They bowed to both royals, and vowed  "The secret is sealed, here." And thrust their hearts in a ritual gesture.
When the the knights left the queen gathered herself and faced her husband logically.
"He planted  - the long waited creature, here, your majesty,"  said, and nodded to her thing. The petrified man, groaned. "I won't blame you, my queen, his beauty is out of control."
"It is not only his beauty, your majesty," said she.
"What are you talking about?" said he.
"There is no use of  words-it's an epidemic, your majesty,"said she.
"I must have been learnt, earlier," the king said and  silenced himself.

 "Casting the statue out of the heathen frame might restore the seasons of the God's grace."
Thus the magistrates  restructured the raw  statement of the highlanders' chieftain, and brought the parchment under  the king's seal. "I understand now why God bestowed upon me all these graces," the king. " Knights, friends, magistrates...."
"We are all yours, your majesty," said his roaring his retinue.
" I am certain, I am certain."

The young boy could not understand the game even when they dragged him to the court and read to him the sentence loudly. He thought nothing is more harmful than queen's act. Actually he did not  pay attention to all what went on in the court, until  the judge said loudly ." He is now the Phidias' property."

Definitely, he meant the royal architect - Phidias. In his chain, Tara grasped the name of his idol vehemently. - Phidias, he thought deeply and gasped- "Lord." so wildly  with one of his high pitched screeches that he  quaked  the ground  under the elite men of the kingdom.
"Let him scream as much as he would," the  judge said, amidst  murmurs ran between the court men themselves. "In this hazy moments- such a cruel verdict won't serve the kingdom.
"It bothers me to wait so long."
"Think better gentlemen."
"The sentence has been issued."
They heard thunders and rumbles from afar

Anyway, however, the royal choir by now had  rushed into the streets before the nightfall.Then  assembled on  the golden stage where the royal sculptor   was commanded to derive a frozen pattern from the frame of the savage teen.They readied for the saddest event they had ever known.
And as knights led the boy to the place, thechorus started their first song.
 "Close to the northern gate of the city," the magistrate told the knights who would suffer the pain of loosing the knighthood pride ever since.

And as they walked the boy on the streets, they heard songs-escaping the windows, rhymed so sweetly with the procession of sorrow that their horses changed the pace of their gallops.They perceived the gravity of the sign  but  had perforce to finish the walk.

   When the time came, stately the elegant royal sculptor, after had  received the oral description of the  model, started bravely working on his prey.He was old and blind, had studied in side his dark head,  all possible manners to cast around the boy's  controversial  frame his  exotic transparent materials, while, reluctantly  the savage teen was singing pompously without uttering a single word.
(The sculptor had only worried about his art.)

 Tara adored letters though, he could not make out of them a little word. He kept chanting  days and nights, along with the chorus' songs on the stage where the man tied him to a thread like  mast
He sang The Rock's Fairy  Princess and the Ode to Glory- his  mother's favorite songs all the same, but, the man was obsessed  with his last opportunity to achieve his personal  -magnum opus- In fact he kept- pagan like murmuring into the boy's head. "You will be the lord of beauty."

Startled, Tara remembered his mentor whispering into his mother's ears."He must have been created for an extraordinary mission. " She smiled brilliantly. "Someday, somewhere, someone might see the truth,"  said she confidently. His mentor did not agree. "I see the truth now," said he nervously.

Henceforth,  like someone chiseling his own heart the sculptor listened  to the boy's groaning voice. "Da ta, da ta." Revealing the memories of  every  pieces  of his body. The artist  could not ignore him any further. Actually he tried  secretly to  expose  his mind to the crucible of the boy's creation, and listened to his groan.

"In the City of the Dreams." Tara dreamed of  his mentor. "There is a man,  shall he  transform you to an immortal portrait of life." And as Tara turning over in his mind the deceased man's  advice, unexpectedly reached to his last conclusion -with such a pleasure feeling that he tried his best to scream.and rock up the blind man."You are the man. You are the man."

The man, however, failed to  pay attention to his last  labor, instead started preaching. The more he preached the more enraged the boy." Ignorant, how, a dead man preaches to dead," Tara intended to say. "When you settled down here,  little boy, you should have adapted the life style of the city,"said the man. "I had not...I had not. But, you don't need to regret me.  "  Tara tried his best to tell him his name, but  the artist did not listen to him, for having been commanded . "This beast is for you just a stone, nothing else."

Traumatized though, Tara tripped continuously  into the labyrinth of his memory. He ran across the broad meadows, midst groves and bushes downward to meet the river under the blue sky. He remembered then the  high window of the lodge, and the golden maid of the sky.The artist kept approaching him and weighting the materials and all kinds of  stones for his job, trying to identify the material among-st his royal things, that might be compatible with the boy's body to reduce his pain.

Rumors-becoming the boy's passion -people could not  cast into poetic  phrases yet-  though, they were spread across the country like fires to the forest. They sung for ".Monument de l'amour," and  named the new statues.".Monument de martyr." And some times "Phidias' Resurrection." Or
"Kings never shed tears."
 And during those chaotic time, the king was massively flooded by the worst rumors, and as he failed to cope with new style of the life there, he  escaped the city and went back to The Winter Capital. He could not watch any new shows  amidst the harsh circulated rumors in the city, while the dazzling beauty was dying- under the hands of his obscure  man on the north state.


Down the stage a handful of soldiers sung."The beauty never dies, lord."
And as they kept singing the city's girls and women flocked to the place  like birds flock to the lake.
Amongst them Scarlett  the daughter of Lord Northland wrote on a huge placard. " I AM SCARLETT I LOVE YOU." And cried "I LOVE YOU INDEED.'

Dazzled on the stage, the artist nodded to them- and shouted. "What?"
"There is no such grace in this city," the sculptor shouted.
"You  have-a  blinded heart, old Phidias,"they said.
"Go home, and take care of your house women, " said the sculptor.
"Old Phidias. We are  here for boy."
"He is no more a boy."
It was dawn.
"We have just been taught what a fearless dawn is."
"Who taught you, damsels ?Philosophers?Scholars? Priests?
"None of them, moron. We own the bravest  hearts in the city."
"I say who taught you to risk your life for beauty?"
"The angel under your hand did."
"Oh, ye. I am old! I too, believe  things might change, but at a great expense," said the artist.
And to distract the old man, the girls camped there and started chanting as loudly as they could, all the same,but the old man kept working harder than before,

Days have passed, until  the last day of the year has to come, Tara looked at the blank eyes of the artist, recalling the last word in his lexicon.The word was Phidias it was annexed to a strange man..."Phidias, Phidias," Tara whispered, almost exactly when  the women screamed "Phidias."
"Phidias!" The sculptor ,whispered..
"Phidias? ...It is me," said he, and touched the boy's pale face.
"How do you know me?"said the old man.
"Phidias, " the boy said and a smile of joy imprinted on his beautiful face.
The girls  lingered by them for a little while but the guards swept them away.

The sculptor was raging for not having asked the king earlier  for  materials he needed now. He was so obsessed with his new  art work that he resembled a legendary warrior who believed in the battlefield as it is  more justified  insight into the regard  he had than JUST WALK AWAY.
 "Are you trying to beat your creator,"said the artist furiously,and thought of Tara's answer on fire.
"You say yes...I knew. you say yes, " said the old man.
Tara wondered angrily, and asked himself harshly."Why does everyone speak on behalf of me?"

He did not respond to the artist's delirium anymore, but  responded to Scarlett and waved to her for the first time. Scarlett, he thought, Scarlett, and  turned away his sight from the artist though he was about to find out everything in his blank eyes, but strangely, dismissed  his feeling and left the man living  his delirium state.

Struggled though, the artist lingered around the most precious material he had ever worked on, and readied for his crucial moment- at his last station .He growled, and murmured his best blasphemies, until savagely  shackled the boy's  hands in his mold. He could not resist. Actually,henceforth,had to stand himself up and fight the eagles with his head.Fortunately whenever he groaned, or the crowd warned him, the artist would scream at the birds of prey. "Out of here, bastard. He is mine not yours." He used to shout, particularly, when the singing crowd failed to cross the new fence which was recently built around the stage.

Doubtless, the artist  imagined his victim’s frame glittering in side the artificial shield, during the most glorious moments of art. He sensed the mighty power of the universe's harmony- in his art-piece; an inextinguishable fire-place of the artists' souls, where he found himself imprisoned in.

Tara- He named his work -Tara. "He is  still alive ,spiriting," the other soul of the artist said . Actually his creature drew him closer by his grave silence. And when he could not find a single  way to cop with him, screamed.‘Who are you?’ Waiting three days for his answer before closing the little hatch - for his face to breath through. And in those days a new phrase came in to existence "Either way, it  is your son- physically or spiritually."

For the last touch,the artist came back next day and cast by his hand a sharp glimpse at the boy's exquisite youth  The blind man was now alive part of the savage-sculpture. He felt  his  breathing soul clearer than ever, and tried   his best to keep him as such , and make the game last forever. It was during those cruel days, that the news of the boy spread everywhere-and the city's  bards started writing their lyrics on the new comer- and spread his verses  and deeds.The Spiritual Hymen to the Adventist-  even  the soldiers kept singing as the place flooded with a  massive crowd ;  hordes flocked in,  in ragged clothes - murmuring verses  for the boy's farewell .

 If the crowd's temper flared  at us no one would dare to curb their rages, thus thought , the king's remaining guards, and  in response to their intensified  fear of the chaos eruption, the concluded and
 shouted towards the artist side.  "Your honor. We beg you.We are hear on behalf of the king,  do not breach the rule. There is no need  to extend -The Child's Passion,"they said.
"It is art's time, no one on earth can command that moment," said the artist.
"We command you, in behalf of the king," they said.
"You would, if dared," said he, almost exactly when a massive roar ran amidst the crowd around them.

The day after,Tara was quieter than  marble all the same,but the crowd sensed his verses falling on their heads like the manna. The artist was shocked.Hesitantly, stretched his hand and  touched his face in fear; it was frozen, but yet was  fresh-
"Goodness!" the artist  thundered, and  kept screaming as loud as he could-"Who are you?  Who are you?I am certain you are not Jesus.You are none of those great men whom we had known .What have you believed in?"He said.
"Love, freedom, youth, honesty," the crowd roared.
"Love and freedom, strange!" The artist shouted, and murmured to himself. "Since when had you contracted such a noble fever."

Honestly, within all his painful feelings, the artist  imagined the perfection of  his artwork must be a breakthrough. Doubtless, he thought, my transparent material is now entirely  wrapping an  angel like divine creature. This is one of those rare occasions  when the absolute ideal beauty meets the ultimate property of the -pure  genius. "Blended," said he. "Scholars,there is no border between life and death any more- in my art - this is the end." Thus he thought inappropriately, however, he believed indeed, the reality of the genuine thing are always beyond their dysfunctional passions.

Regardless of the chaos, in the city,the old man ventured and  touched, the boy's  hair- through his secret hatch, and brushed it with his fingers. And,yet  kept doing that strangely until unexpectedly he found under the curls a hyacinth  like pendant, was hidden carefully under his hair. It looked, the boy had cared to keep it secret, he thought .
" Wait a minute...wait a minute," he commanded himself, almost exactly when the women from all around the world  perched behind the barbed fence to start their wailing for their- prophetical-idol, and reciting his holy verses-  supposedly were said by his followers. "Let the space you occupy take pride for having  enfolded  you-  in its time.  Yield to the universal truth  and love them as much as you love yourself, and ponder the question beyond the naked facts. If you barred yourself from the herald of love , you would deprive yourself from  Heaven's hymn . "  
 Along with the crowd's ceremonial rhyming ,the artist was firmly grasping  the hyacinth pendant and kindly sensing the rich metal with his fingers, and gathering in his mind  the engraved letters on the pendant's metal...and when everything was accomplished,  a sudden deadly shiver rattled his body, and like an fiery explosion  cracked  in side his head all the hidden codes of past-

And yet, the artist was reading the charm of his dynasty's destiny. He growled."Our destiny, baby." It was- the end of the world, he thought , and embraced the marble,and wept bitterly as much as he could.He looked for his chisels and tools-to undo what he had done,defying  the royal decision, but they were already  gone."God, if you are there-help me." he shouted and looked upon the tensed  waves  of the crowd.

It was too cold. The guards barked again randomly. They were rude, and cruel upon watching the death so reluctantly - but were not in a situation to command. "The boy was screaming along the night.'Phidias.Phidias.' Have you ever known him," the guards said.
" I am Phidias," said he angrily, and rested  his head  against the hatch.He was frozen unable even to perform his extinct rituals. He murmured.  "Probably, for having put everything of myself in it. He thinks he is  Phidias." Unaware the boy had known him by his instinct.

 Tara, however, was  dead, in side the silent  marble. The artist remembered his boy's name, and felt  vehemently how compatible the name was with the statue, and screamed in his ear. .
 "That was so long time!"He said.
"He is dead," he screamed, and shook the world.
" My son is dead," he said loudly.
People thought, piously,he expressed  his pain metaphorically- over his work, and the creature's beauty in side the marble.  He added soon."To whom it may concern- I say: I lived in the beauty's  decadence- era.My son however, has rocked it ."

Unexpectedly, the stage's border was flooded by the women who  followed the desperate girl- Scarlett, after they had knocked down the fences, and headed to where the blind artist was groaning. And when touched the stage, they stood there  face to face with the first  monument of-  de l'amour- and listened  to the artist- mourning  his deceased son.

Scarlet, in particular,  went whither and kept weeping close to the artist.
" I am Phidias, the blind sibling," said the artist."You know me, don't you?"
 "Yes we know you,sir,"everyone said.
"I am Scarlett, the youngest  daughter of  Lord Northlsnd," said she.
"Your father is a good man...I know the king has banned him to let you see my boy,," said the artist.
"Love never listens  to  kings, sir," said she,and reduced to tears.
" I am certain- I would do this-in case.And I am happy the city is rising-"
"We say so- the hearts are flooded with a new feeling, sir- he brought that feeling."
They wept, and the crowd roared up ."Sweet dream, Child of Heaven. You never die ."
" Sleep dear son, sleep," cried  the artist so aloud that his voice stirred the heads of the soldiers who instantly started singing with chorus  "Sleep, baby, sleep."

And from now on  everyone around the stage sung fervently ,until by the time their call reached the city, which in response  thundered as much as they could."Sleep, baby, sleep."
The mission  accomplished and everything was to be settled down  militarily. And  to pursuit the honor,they called the bugle platoon team,  the mounted infantry, and artillery. But, the king's guards  started leaving the City of Dream, in peace and regardless they agreed "We have nothing to do here."

The artist, heard the the pattering of the marching infantry "Never ever work for kings,"said he sadly.  before a women screamed, in seeking Heaven's mercy."Scarlet, our beloved beauty."
"What has she done," the artist screamed.
"Nothing, sir. She is dead. She would not live anyway."
"Check her heart," the artist bellowed.
"It is not beating, sir."
"What a disaster !" said the horrified artist.
"Do you know what, Phidias?" the youngest women squeaked.
"Yes I do, madam," said the artist and walked away.- to fall himself on the rocks of the king's cliff like the old eagles-in his legend . However, since the day the city worshiped  the Father and Son- and the queen gave birth to the heir- and adopted the city's mood.

The End

Monday, September 18, 2006



Kay Hassan

In the cruelest era of His life,
When the Divine's will was tied by the  sin,
The holy manta was  tossed away,
And the history was crumbled
 into lies -in- the universal bin.
Krishna fell like a humble  sinner, .
And forced to pray on the blazing sands of hell
Unhorsed, among-st a thousand  mortal jockeys,
Was  forced to give up  His foremost holiness, .

"Woe is me!"  roared his followers,
 When  His  soul  touched the dirt,
And ,unto Him  Shantanu the Great;
King of Kuru-Aryana- cried ,
"Oh, Lord, Thy Majesty, Krishna,the god,
What the pity I feel for my world."
Krishna rose up,and  blessed him,
Though, Sighed He.
"Still bleeding the Kurukshetra's wound, thy peer."

'visit Plutarch and read Demetrius'.
.............................................................................. ***

 I read Ode of David.
I read  Ode of the goddess of the valley,
I read Ode To Joy.
And learned how to sing,
and  throw my cruelest desires into the fire.

I sang silently and sat by the wrecked wall of the old house mourning my folk on the Sad Height. "Oh , Dear,  Almighty, say something -say  Peace be upon them. And strengthen  my heart, and bestow upon  me  a heavenly tongue and a real spiritual faith in myself . I shall show You how much, I am better than Your men, the hypocrites,'” I said.

“It was the worst of times." I shall confess . I was on my way with all those wrecked  blank ghosts , crawling under the smugglers’ whips to the shores of Greece, growling unto the remains of Achilles. "Europe here we are coming,”  I insisted ,where along with  such a horrible  journey , I thought , the world was crumbling into a thousand pieces . It was a sad autumn, and we were dwindling in the waste ---that is how is sounding  the  melancholia of the Eastern Monks.(I was not a monk though.)

In the beginning, Jasmine and Camali  had taken the lead, and took the old trail to the heights , and like the old stories, the  two lovers  had gone and disappeared in the heights . And then everyone in the old  slum thought I had known their plan and  brought  the disgrace to the Jasmine’s folk, and her tribe.

Jasmine and Camali were older than me. They had not even  bid me a farewell. I was no one in the slum , or  in the city or anywhere. But in aftermath I became a flammable  material for the daily rumors in the slum. The incident, however, provoked  Jasmine's brother  to hunt me down and  lay  the barrel of his gun against my temple. He shrieked furiously into my ear."Confess, bastard, traitor." I was neither a bastard or a traitor chap, but he was desperate, screaming furiously."Speak, why are you silent, and saying nothing. I am killing you right now, here.”

I did not know what to say, but had thought for him profoundly- well aware  that only God had known what the word, speak , meant at that moment inside my head.
"Speak,"   he repeated and insisted  until provoked in my head a great sympathy ; the kind of sympathy  that  victim feels for his predators."You don't know what you are meant to do, do you? "I yelled. "Speak...bastard, where is she?" The savage boy said, and reduced to tears.                                 His demand was horrible. “You know the answer, kid,” I said.
"My sister has gone," said he. "Do you know what have you done?"
"No I don't. I have not done anything."
"O' my God," he cried.
"What for you do blame me?."
" We can't lose  face."
" I am terribly sorry. But it is not my fault, "  I said.
"Sorry does not work for me. Only blood washes this shame," said he furiously.                                      "Whose blood?"                                                                                                                                         " Your blood!Everyone tells me to kill you."
"Think better...think like a mature man, brother."
"You never understand," said he.
"Jasmine was not only your sister," said I.
" Don't mention her name," said he.
" I have to tell you the truth," I said.

The  young  man was lost. He had to bear the shame or kill someone ...
I understood his pain well, so I waited for the horrible blast inside my head . He was crying, and  I was gazing into his  iris the tiny  remain of the Medieval  bashibazouks' dark eyes, and screamed.
""Shoot, bastard, shoot."
 And  waited until he lost his grip on his weapon, and left me for my grieve.


I was obsessed with the roaming bards, and passionately used to watch  them walking in one step with the gypsies until the end of the season. Those days , they wrote their best songs, under the twilight's horizon, and  walked through the narrow lanes and the little streets of the imperial era. I followed them and dreamed of a thousand splendid cities of the old contentment -beyond our world. The most painful things for me was even our bards had  not written a single word on Jasmine and Camali, for having been  cursed as if they had committed the capital treason.
Although, the 'escape' was our national fever , I could not follow the two lovers to the mountains for not having skilled enough to take care of weapons and battlefields. I could justify my decision- I had not polished my dream to follow. At any rate, the lovers  had  their dream, and I had mine- a different  germ in my head."The old germ." Mother called my dream - the old germ-  which  had already over spreads in my head. "Your germs never let up, this way,son. Wake up and pray, instead," Mother said, she was as pious as prophets were. "I will... someday I will ,Mother, I will,"  said I, and left her on hope forever.
The journey, was not a divine plan all the same, but was a magical escape to the imperial harbor, the habitat of a thousand wise whores  beside the magnificent eastern  ghulams of the then time. I was convinced to polish my life skills, and  get involved in all  kinds of obscenities that were attached  to  the  bodies of those cities,

The cities were bordered by swamps and deserts. I thought everyone is breathing  the warm vapor and dust of desire  there. I was, inhaling dust and carrying on my back an ancient sack for my journey. It was certainly sparkling symbols of the hermits’ waltz , or mythical voyages to the galaxies.  I thought, I will be  meeting  the elites  of the seven cities, so I hid My Soul: The Satan's Epic, The  Journal of a  Devil  as modern Angel, and the  ripped pictures of Jasmine and Camali  in the highlanders' uniform, inside   the white pouch held on my back.
I surrendered to the fascinating rumors of the ancient bards amidst fear and despair, however, I set off  regardless. The trail was veiled in the dusk, where shadows of the  ancient arches and columns looked like females' statues bowing t  o the coming dawn, scribe-ing , with my aid, the last episode of the city's tragedy. (The cursed love, fearful nights, women on fire, and wicked fellows.) While out of the city's border  where girls lived in the bucolic bliss,  were sewing  a dress for the local Orpheus. I was angry, for it was not the right time for such a legendary figure .

Everything outside my corpse was blinking quietly-with  a bit of  hangover  of the colonial time, waving farewells and giving me the last tribute. I looked around, thinking profoundly;  the whole world was disheartening the potency of the loneliness, and isolation. I had to remember. "I was a breed of a heathen town, man of the old craft,  deceit , sex, and capriciousness. No matter what my ingredient is,  I am a Plato’s apprentice." I had written this paragraph for my friend Camali, describing myself in freewill. But he was not happy. "Take care, young man, it is too early for you. I am certain  out of our circle, you are just a little orphan." I knew  Camali  was a real man, had genuinely chosen  his way and his woman. He was my example of the real man.
I was sick of the friends' farewell, smells of  gunpowder, screeches of women, and groan of men. Weary from the rotten geometries of our landscape and the sad topographies of the dreadful country. Everything was choking-and blocking  our sights. I remembered the quarrels in the humble cafes,  the wailing in the funerals, spree of wedding mayhem  , sad  and  blushing faces, gray spies, dusts, soldiers, patriots  and all the  world's Bashibozouks.
And then I looked into the heart of the dust, and the gray hedges of the  English gardens; everything was  now  dying  sadly. I had to watch the silver dusk which started now discarding reluctantly under the clearer horizon  and  the migrant  birds.
Oftentimes ,I  used to see behind the walls bald heads or shaggy hairs of fools screaming  at the passersby. "Son of  a bitch, motherfucker.   I will lie with your wife." And then bleating  unto the sky for a thousand times. The danger, anyway, was lying ahead, right there next to the wrecked corners and thresholds of rusted doors where through the  mythical illusions of  the southerner whores, were still seducing the passersby, whispering. “Come on little man, come on, if you dare to."
The cloud of the mid-autumn darkened the horizon. I cried unto the sky. "Our old club has cracked, before you veil our secrets . " Have not  I farewelled them one after another, until the oldest member ran away, or disappeared in the heights?  They were all anxious to meet somewhere in Rome. Honestly someday, I have to tell Camali. " I shall write  'The Love Of Jasmine.'" Furiously,  I was certain he will say. "Leave me alone."

On the terminal of the royal street, at the left entrance of the ancient Plaza.'Al-Maidan.'  The historical heart of  the capital. I remembered when schoolmates had told me . “Never ask for accommodation , someone will  tell you. ’Here is Al-Merjan.’”  And  I had said .”What is Al- Merjan." They said . "Seriously, it is a Caravansary.”  And when they left my mind, I lingered there  looking through the  bright -lightened name of the hotel, tripping quietly into the city's memory lanes, along  with many glowing names in my head. I stayed there for a quite long while , gazing into my blank head  and rounding in there the painful clues into the ancient name Al- Merjan – the local word for  Coral-

I thought of the richness of  city's history and conceitedly  urged myself  to trace back the invisible spectrum of history  behind the name. I remembered  a thousand  concubines, chamberlains, and executioners of the Caliphs'  castles, and Sultans  -one after another,  by names, until I  rephrased my friends growl.   " It is in fact , Arab and Ajam's caravansary ," I murmured.
Things anyway, I thought,  were either the physical  remains of Ctesiphon or the thousand tales of Scheherazade, which had been corrupted in the Caliph's court into  the current memories about the city’s  nights . All  those things flashed and went through  my head  at first glance, in front of Al- Marjan, itself . I was restless, and tired, murmuring, "Al-Khayzuran, without the Nights’ Princess  you were but     a corrupted version of concubines  ."
The royal corridor was featured with yellowish tiles full of cracks, scratches and devils’ gaze. The ceiling was built of gloomy  local bricks. They were smoked like the masonry oven- bricks. The dim reception was  far...I stepped forward  and stood looking, from the entrance, murmuring, “O. Ishmael “ My name was  Ishmael. “What has brought thy  to this ancient Khan(Inn)?"                                                                                             But in contrast, to sooth my concern, murmured, almost exactly at the same time. "It is your destiny, at any rate, Ismael."
I looked around through the huge  window on my left hand side, to where lay a stony terrace under the shade of a vine  of an Eurasian  ivy  plant stretched eerily around a fountain in the middle of the side -yard .I pondered, gaping, yet, until in  a crucial moment I glimpsed the arches of the entrance to the ground level, which were hiding the  traces of horses, mules, and herds  of livestock.  I thought ,perhaps  they were stalls for caravans of Ajem and Arab. I was now approaching the reception  area, with my chaotic mind, until  was savagely shaken by a figure of a real creature, half hidden behind his giant throne like table.
"How long, do you stay?"  an old man rudely  grunted  behind the table. Actually, I was excited and readied to respond , however, immediately,  he restructured his speech."I would like to know how many days you stay in my hotel. It is an official routine questions."
"Right," said I, and thought with myself."Alas, am i so unrealistic?"

I was stunned, for not having expected  anything of the sort.  The man, however,  grinned, and  in a very ancient  accent, precisely, bragged, like a judge in his court- or even a king, a fucking local chieftain in his tent. Anyway, he was typical citizen  . For such situations, I used to bid myself  myself furiously ."Dismiss."
 "What is  your name?" said he.
 "Ishmael," said I.
I was no one...but had that name, indeed.
"Your identity card."
"How long you stay here? said. he again,
 "Well! Actually,I say.'A long term.'"
 "For a long term! Perfect. I like the long term," said he, and then bellowed. " Narsis."
In response, a young boy set off  and whistled to show me the way to my room.

 I felt the landlord was exercising his mythical  power on the ancient  premises as if was sexually obsessed with the place. He called me by my name from the dark side of his niche, and gestured  to his boy, Narsis, to halt. He in fact, I realized,  was trying to introduce himself to me.
“Ishmael, I am Nahoom," said he aloud, and did not say anymore.
I was stunned, but bowed politely, then  kept on my way murmuring to myself."Nahoom."  And shivering with the impact of  the ancient presence in such an odd  name,and his obscure sovereign on the premises, perhaps upon everything there, including  the materials of the  couches, tiles, rooms, the fountain, the body of the young boy and the dwellers of the Inn.
Thus  I started living in his Inn forever.


People started in that afternoon rushing through the streets, screaming,and blowing all kinds of hoax, and swearing at enemies who were supposed to watch them now. They were too ancient, and had been kept up dull and gray  like the native swamps and dead tree- trunks.

Nevertheless, in my way,I could remember the whispers of the fountain, and the dullness of the  terraces, and Nahoom's  throne court.
"What are you looking for, Ishmael?"Camali said restlessly.
"I am looking for Harmony,"  said I.
"Harmony? You mean peace."
"Yes. Harmony."
"Harmony in what?"
"In this crazy world."
"Show me one piece of such lie , man."
"Oh- ungrateful beast...look at Jasmine and your mother's garden," said I.
"You did not say Jasmine and Camali," said he.
"Right, Jasmine and Camal."

I had already surrendered to the stream of a cruel shiver in my body.
 "Here, my dynasty was being cut off," said I when on  the destructed scene, in my mind, I displayed the  landlord’s coats of arm and his dynasty's written scripts.

In my dream again, the hoofs of the invaders' horses  pattered  on my skin, and  I felt them  clearly; they were lancers, archers, knights, with spears, armors, arches, and catapult.Bare handed, had to face  a thousand  races. They  halted and then huddled  along the castle's fence, whereas then the  chieftains were to scream loudly. "Here we are, lord."
"Destroy the city, kill the men, and take the gold and women."
They bowed and hailed." Long Live."

 I had gone too far, and for having resided on the edge of the hell, the time had betrayed me, however, like a crazy teen I knelt  before the fountain, in the Nahoom's orchard. The royal trace  was still hissing stately and watering the orchard  to  bring  everything back to life; the.marble terrace, the wither tilia, the oak tree, the arches, and His  horses in the stall.I whispered, in such a marvelous   dreamy quality- lot . “Here is thy court, and thy throne, where arst thy cortege and thy Pater.”
After all, anyway I became  a renown resident  in Nahoom's hotel.


I was  familiar with everything in the hotel, however, honestly, had been mostly dealing with the doors, windows, toilets, water taps..I used to watch the world through the only window that my room had.  I shouted, through the  same window for a thousand times."I am who was  fallen, Jasmine, not you." upon the screams of the crowd down on the street, beneath my window.

 A voice, always called me to fly ...high, high, highly, highly.
"Jasmine is fallen," her mother said.
"No she is not," I said.
"Yes she is," said she furiously.
"No she is not. Jasmine is better than many people whom you respect."
" Why do you say that?"
"O' dear he thinks everyone is wrong," my mother told her.
"No, I am certain," I said.
"Whatsoever," Jasmine' mother said.
"Whatsoever?" I snapped.
" It is over, it is over," said she.
"What is over?" I said.
"My son has gone to kill her," said she, and reduced to tears.
Though was shocked, I could henceforth avoid the couple the tragic fate.

Vendors and hawkers were screaming on their stocks to seduce the passersby. However, that was my impression until was startled by a deep whisper. "For God’s sake, why does a young man like you stay alone in this  dark room?"
Startled, and  responded immediately, I grunted. "What?"
He was Nahoom, who kept  then asking  queer questions, which somehow inspired me to venture and peer into the deepest of his exhausted machine. The man  was unhappy to see anyone  spend a lot of time on his property.
"It is a threat. It is a threat," said he.
" I understand. I understand," said I quickly.

Nohoom was on his routine tour in side his premises. And for being suspicious continuously, he tried to justify his point of view, and murmured firmly. “Every one is a  stranger to me, in this world, sir!”  I thought he was unfair, however, in fact, I was stunned, for  the man had truly  talked on behalf of me. Actually I nodded spontaneously  to where every night a stranger slept, and left  with the first bird's whistle."Bastards,they were bastards," I intended to scream, but I did not.


The  residents of the hotel kept ascending and descending the stairs early, or at late nights, talking, and drinking, or  praying. Nahoom, some times was turning nasty, posing threat on the residents.   barking .“Son of a bitch, you have no money, you are colorless, black,white , have no blood in your veins, have no fathers, and you think you are a man.” They were  either poor locals, or Chinese ,Indians, Egyptians, and Philippine.

 In  his  fight with a long stay resident , once , Nahoom bellowed. " Pick up your spit, you bloody bastard... I will never let mice  live on my property."...
"Respect yourself, Mr. Nahoom," the man said.
"It looks you,  don't know me.  Ask who am I?"
"You are Nahoom," said the man.
"You don't know a man until you ask your mother," said Nahoom.
"I said respect yourself, Mr. Nahoom."
" Get out of here, and never show me your face," said he.
The man left. He did not say anything.
"Get out of here,  man," sternly, said the boy Narsis .and pushed him to the edge of the stairs.
Then  there was a silence for a long  while.
 Nahoom  broke the silence and whistled  oddly, until suddenly, Narsis interrupted him."But the man has  nowhere ,"said he.
"What do mean, bastard?" grunted Nahoom.
"Nothing, sir, nothing."
"Oh, bastard...if you keen, remind me later."
"I will, sir.I will.".


I dug in my hermitage when was  qualified to bury the  heart of a young girl who once  loved me, for having recently read Die Leiden des jungen Werthers. however sooner I ceased  conducting my rite, in my humble observatory,particularly when started working in the National Museum, the place where, in fact, my obsession had led me to.
"Here are the remains of the ancient  kingdoms, Ishmael," said the executive manager of the renovation project, and walked through the ancient  thrones, standing  walls , arms’ remains and gears, bones, beads, necklaces, gemstones. It was  one of our war’s eave . The man  knew how I was feeling about the war, I  thought,  that was why he said. ."Every day in our lives is a war eave, my friend." Actually  I was most pleased by his humorous accent.
"Right," said I politely, and silenced myself.

Henceforth  , day, I lived in the past with the ancient  ghosts  till the sunset, and only  stayed at nights in the hotel. Most often,in my holidays hung around  on the  river’s banks,and  during my worst time I talked to the stream like  morons."Wash me, lord, wash me , lord." Or  borrowed the dialogue of a great poet used to live where the rivers'  headwaters lay, or was listened to the  seagulls squawked upon songs rose  up from the boats midst floating bodies. I knew they were real fishermen, fishing for life or  drinking the worse local alcohol.

I was obsessed with the breeze, and  smell of  smoking  fish in the outdoor restaurants  along  the Tigris  bank,however, anyway, most often  I could rid of the museum's ghosts during my tours..
"Are you ready for the mission?’my mentor in the museum said.
I remembered his odd eyes questioning the stones.
"Yes I am, master," said I, focusing  on the sculptures.
"You are doing well," said he.
"I am learning, sir."


My friend was supposed to wait for me before a famous café in the capital.I looked through the smoke, it was blurring the sky of the old cafe. I saw there as usual the same  gray- cracked  faces  screaming, midst the cracks of Domino and songs of the Egyptian Lady... I saw newspapers, beads, tearing eyes, and a few books; included   at least a couple of  Marx's volumes.
 "It is too late,"  I said ,desperately,.
"It is the right time to visit our lady," my fried said confidently.
  I thought, he was honest, however, we both owed her many visits.
Our  lady was  Mother and  Mentor of the girls  of  the  Firdews Tavern.
"O' Taveran's Queen, here we are coming,"I said, honestly.
"The best place to be."
"The best place in the world, for this ugly  Friday night," said he .
"O' yeah."
"Are you happy in the  graveyard...I, I mean the museum," said he
"Oh, no, it is  a Holocaust remains," I screamed.
"But no one claim it."
 "I swear the museum is deforming you,"
"Good one listen, listen," I yelled and struggled for proper words.
"Go a head, " said he nervously.
 "The historians, had destroyed the crucial  evidences,"  said I.
 "What have you been doing?"
"Nothing much."
"Actually,I smell the  blood of tomorrow’s war,"said I with a shivering voice.
"Goodness, you are not clairvoyant, are you?"
"Calm down, it is not a threat," said I.
"Then lets drink, my friend," said he enthusiastically, and we drunk...  waited patiently  for the Queen of Firdows. but she did not come,


The museum again...I could remember many things happened, our drink on the weekend ; we did not meet the Queen of Firdews,  Nahoom got a very bad cold,and  it made him worse.The museum again, I thought profoundly, and read. "My own  goddess had abandoned me."
Halted before the chief god himself...actually I lingered  against  his stony silence.“Is your apprenticeship includes questioning me, boy?" said the old god.
"I am not certain of anything, almighty."
"Learn your duty, or go back home," said I.
"Keep your mouth shut."
I yelled, impolitely and readied for the consequence.

 In my dream at nights.I say. "Fuck" Then I say." Fine." The walls of the old house,flashed in my head.I thought, I  was hit by a thunder from his glowing  eyes.Then I slipped through the darkness.
"Right, anyway I am back."
 Everything was kept as was, so I climbed the front  fence as I used to , then walked around the house , struggling to hid my shadow; sneaked and   gazed through the windows, looking for the blue rays and bright eyes of my brothers, they all  were sleeping.
 " Am I not  recovering this hangover?" said I.
"It is better to,"said a female voice, worked in the salary division. .
"Good morning," said she.
"Good morning," said I.
"Sign here," said she and showed me  my name.

I remembered everything. After the drink of that night, I went back to the hotel  alone, my friend was nervous, growling on the streets. Then I lost him. Actually we both were lost, and each on his own, had,   with the frame of the weakest beast  strayed through the corridors and little lanes. I was a dark rock in the dusk, hitting the breeze, weeping for no certain reason. I tried to see myself through the darkness as hard as a rock- a human- rock. I thought and went through the names of the rocks."I came like a rock, like Maupassant." I said and gazed into  many of them-  and sculptures with tearing eyes; practicing Yeats' Rock. " Like this everlasting rock my crying is." Actually I needed more rocks. "And above all, then I had seen Peter, he was as solid as the Vatican Rock."

They came  to visit the Rock of Hafez. I remembered."They visit the  rocks of my temple."......
"The old warriors of the Sad Heights were as gray as  rocks,"  my brother said.I tried my best to look through his eyes, when almost exactly crossed  the threshold of the hotel's gate and saw Nahoom lurking on his perch, drinking, and murmuring sadly an old melody with an easy sway of his head. And then  his dark face glittered as solid as a grey rock. I felt he was smoking and sobbing for all the Jews.

With a Startling likeness to all his kind, he mourned himself  "This night is too long, son," said he.
In fact, Nahoom  was weeping. Strange... never had imagined  tears  on his rigid face. I watched him for a while. " It is long for everyone, sir," said I.
It was inappropriate to sit with him at the late of the night..
"Right, but not as much as it is for me," said he.
"Oh, yeah. But you deal with it better than others,"said I..
He giggled aloud, albeit desperate. But  I left him.

I stood before the door, gazing at the moonlight everywhere in the corridor, while hesitantly touching  the knob to let myself in. I opened the door. And a  warm wind rushed out through the door with some obscure odors. I stepped in through the celebrating signs, which were glittering everywhere in side the room. I stopped  with stunned eyes, and worried as much as solemnly the incense odors effused all kinds of the  shrines' smokes.Anyway, with all due respect, I could see, the space was not elegant. At least  Myth, Mysticism , Misery ,and  Mourning flashed in my head
"India!" I cried.Myth, Mysticism , Misery ,and  Mourning flashed in my head

Hardly,remembered, I was  drunk, when  naively screamed again "India!" Even suspiciously looked around, in  the moon's  light, and the  kindles' flames, and felt the breathe of a newcomer.
I could not stop my rage though, sat on the edge of my bed, and kept swearing and yelling until a strange  ghost like shadow emerged from the farthest  corner of the room, murmuring in a strange accent. ‘Hi. I am Aaron,"said he.
I was was shocked. "Aaron!!! Aaron," he kept repeating."Aaron."
"My ghost!" gasped I and fell asleep forever.
Actually...definitely, irresponsibly  I stayed in the bed until the moment when the boy Narsis whispered in my ear. " Master, Master." ...
"What do want, boy," said I nervously.
"Wake up, master. it is too late," said he.
"Late for what, boy?" said I, and saw his skeptic eyes, glittering in his blushing face
"For you," said he.
"BOY,"yelled I." Why you let this beast sleep in my room."
"He got books as much as you got," said.
"Fuck. You know nothing, Narsis," yelled I.
"I think say so," said he.
"Oh. master, sorry, I forgot. Wake up for breakfast," said he.
"That is better."
"I am starving!"


The mythical style of the newcomer became part of the hotel's mosaic; Nahoom, Narsis, myself -the weird  and many others who  came and left or stayed forever. However, unfortunately,  from now on, the newcomer Aaron lived in my room... thus we started our journey, together.
"I see glittering hair, smooth, and tanned skin - always in a white dress.".
"Indian prince?" I said
.His eyes flashed, and emitted many sweet lights.
"Probably, humbly I was," said,he and smiled brilliantly. .

Once, when he glimpsed my nasty gaze at his pouch, he lingered restlessly and  snapped. " It is  forbidden."  And deliberately,nodded to  the writing on the sack which was  left  leaning on the wall. "Only,truth triumphs, never violate...never fornicate, never betray,"  he  read the words for me..........."These words anyway would  protect you from any evil act, if only if  you really and truly believed in them," said he and then on, he refused to talk to me  for the next twenty four hours, watching all the while, the clarity of my senses' responses. 
" I won't," I told myself.
"Strange ,"  said he randomly.

 Aaron, most often,  sat politely talking on the human internal power, praying bravely for a long time against the universe- Almighty as if was charging the machine of his soul.His obsession, anyway, eventually his obsessions, controversially looked like some sort of  the  paganism -practices.
 "I feel I was born in a huge khan (Inn),"  said he... actually he confessed unconsciously.
I was certain he meant the universe.
"We are part of it, anyway," said I.
"I travel walking on foot, my friend." said he.
"What are you trying to prove," said I.
"I have to live every second universally," said he.
"It'd better live - earthly," said I cynically.
"Earth is nothing compared to it."
"It suit our size, at least," said I.
He laughed elegantly. I thought he was.
We were now friends, however I kept always  looking for an opportunity to wrong him.., and in those occasions he used to look at me strangely and shudder his shoulder, in  preparing himself  to leave me alone. Probably... I was certain, he believed, Man is better when he thinks

We spent more time  together, and talked  on the universe, religion and history. Even, for a while  I stopped sitting with the  other hotel residents  in the reception hall, where Nahoom set a new television..The  hotel residents were not happy with my behavior, but none of them dared  a  to say a word about it. Nevertheless,the rumors went on around, and they started talking on Aaron aloud. Actually he became the favorite topic of the season. And at the end, they agreed to talk to Nahoom to kick him out. Nahoom agreed on one condition :No one curses his blessed name.But they flattered  Nahoom, and went too far.
" Do y ou know what?' they screamed
I heard this conversation.
"He is working for a thousand persons, and not pay you well."
"He is ungrateful to any of them. though, they pay him very well."
"The worst he does not believe in God."
"Fear God. He always prays. Ask Ishmael."
"He does not pray...he thinks it is a game."

Nahoom was  silently checking on the names of the his hotel's  residents. And as fairly as he could he thought, I am responsible for everyone here ...responsible for many people,  even sometime the world's  population was less than the folks reside my property.
 "God, I am grateful," said he ,then  halted  and stared  at them,desperately.
"Enlighten me,"said he.
 His speech was not ready though, he thought deeply.
"I am who I am, children ..."he did not  say it, instead, he nodded to Narsis with a strange sign.. I could not understand him until Narsis came back, and brought a book with him. Nahoom looked into the book....and  read some verses from Exodus.
And aspired by the book, confidently  Nahoom said." His name is a great."...
It looked he  disappointed them,

And then someday latter, in a strict conclave - under their pressure Nahoom agreed to fly his spies, who set off searching the capital’s heart,until  they brought back their final report on Aaron, and  put it in front of him with a list of Aaron's jobs.They were chanting and counting together. “Carpenter, mechanic, shoemaker, potter, laborer, specialist doctor, lecturer in university, and a  beggar in front of  many shrines.” The kept counting until  Nahoom yelled."Goodness. He is a curse,"

Nahoom  was restless, trying to justify his decision.
"All the holy professions," said he, and listened to more details..
When  everyone left the hall, Nahoom  and Narsis gathered to each other.
"I see him in the tavern, collecting money and remaining wine in disguise," said Narsis.
"How did he  reach there? I say who told you?" Nahoom cried.
"I followed him, sir," Narsis said.
"What had you been  doing there?"
" I go there to see Jeanette."
"Bastard, you  are a bastard," said he pleasantly.
"Honestly. He did not do anything wrong," said Narsis.
"What else?Boy, don't worry. count on me. "
"Only when you grow up."
"I am seventeen and she is seventeen."
"Leave this to me.I'll talk to her mother."
" Let me kiss your hand."
"I said what else?"
"I tried to kick him out, but  Jeannette did not let me." Narsie said.
I thought he was lying until he said. "And I was scared."....
" Because he is honest and  innocent," said he.
Nahoom, in fact planted me  there, from my perch on the stairs.
He looked at me and murmured  darkly."I am who I am, master."....I understood he needed me to respond.
"I trust  your decision, anyway," said I.
"You help me to beat  my fear." said he.
"I am proud of you."
 It looked he would not  make any  decision very soon.


I saw Aaron with my eyes, in front of one of the  famous shrine in the city. He was lifting his hands up, aspiring to reach the sky like a fallen angel., submitting himself to Him through all his links to the religious signs. I felt I was watching the God's shadow on the earth. He was  mixing his purging attempt with  the  shrine's minaret in the sun light ...he  flied  high, then  froze on one leg as if was practicing  the Attitude derriè - in  a real  Ballet dance in the drive way, reciting his rites in Sanskrit , beseeching Him harmonically with his heathen statue. He was so close to Him  that I could see His footprint  on his forehead..

I felt my corpse in that autumn so cold and so weak that his attractive, vigorous power,lifted me up unto his  highest realm.In return we started praying with  the pilgrims, He smiled painfully, with the pleasure of knowledge reveal, glittering Shantih, shantih. I could not control myself, screamed loudly ." Aaron...Aaron. Who are you?’

When he did not reply, I remembered him regretting  Nahoom."Eyes are not lying, Lord of Merjan."
"I have no power on the mob, dear traveler, " said Nahoom.
"You are mastering the greatest  hag of this city,"said Aaron.
"What do mean? I am her godfather, boy, nothing else,"  Nahoom said sternly.
" I say, 'Yes, sir,' and I also say. 'You are who you are.’" said he.
I thought, in the next conclave,  if I said. " I saw you, sir."He would say.
  I would tell Aaron,in the next court.
 "No you did not,  Ishmael."

When in the next meeting the residents forced Nahoom to expel  Heron from his hotel. He said."It is a bad omen, boys.never have kicked a man out of my properties."
"And you won't," I said confidently..
"This fellow looks like Jesus," he murmured.
 I felt he was drunk,and could not follow him any further, so I retreated to my room, and hid myself, to practice how to matrix a poem- out of  those cruel days.
( Throwing himself on his giant spear. More savage  than  Holagu, the cruelest  grand son of Genghis khan , who  most often prints a kiss on his prey's forehead.)
Tottered, I was not drunk...but hardly  could stand myself, at the door's threshold. Hence I read. "That king was not only Holagu." But  no one  responded to my growl.

 I saw Aaron.putting his gears together... gathering himself to respond.
"The treason destroys you, someday,"said he,in a regretting mood .
 "What are you talking about?" I yelled..
Actually,he  looked frustrated,but went on a bit smoother. "Recently, Nahoom has told me.'I am not in a position to let you stay in my hotel.'” ....
"What?" I snapped,
" It is being a long time...I Know I am not welcomed here," he sighed.
 Then, he said. "Everyone says. 'You were the reason.'"
I was shocked, but  calmly said. "And what are you saying?"....
 "You are a traitor..."  said he. desperately

Traitor, anyway, in his accent was not  referring to the acts of Judas Iscariot.
"You know nothing, Aaron!" I said furiously, and urged him to speak, but he did not, instead
 he dragged his little luggage and walked away.
 "It is too late, Aaron," I said..
And only then Aaron turned his head and grinned strangely."Oh, is too late," said he cynically. Probably he misunderstood me, and thought I meant ; it is too late to do anything for him . I listened to his steps on the stairs, trying to keep his image in my head: A brilliant frame of sense and passion was wrapped by a tanned skin of a creature whom nothing could alienate him from this cruel  world.

In a great shock, suddenly, a roaring scream stirred the mood in place. The  man was flooded by the residents' rages. They thundered."Bastard...infidel  zendiq, blasphemer. Spy, you are a areal a Zionist's  spy." I  ran to where I could see the mob, surrounding Aaron;  spitting at him and raging savagely....everyone was ready to kill the foreigner . I screamed, with a childish rage.
‘It is not fair... for God's sake it is not fair."
They roared again and laughed maliciously.
Only then, Nahoom bellowed. "Everyone, SHUT UP." And nodded to Aaron..
 "You  don't need to leave tonight.Stay for to night."
Aaron halted, he knew it was not safe to leave at that time, trying to swallow his pride, however, anyway,  he accepted the offer .

Aaron stood awake all  the night, praying silently until the dawn...actually we looked like strangers, and could talk to each other. In other word he did not let me talk to him.Then earlier than usual  in the morning, Narsis  broke into the room with a piece of paper, and read loudly."Mr.Aaron, you  must leave immediately, over."

Aaron left, I saw him then with Nahoom, they were restless ,and were looking  at each other listlessly  "Leave us, son," said Nahoom sternly. He was not angry at all, actually,he looked up unto me. I was standing on the stairs... perched there like a sad heron.
"You are my witness, Ishmael," said Nahoom.
I shook my head; Agreed. Aaron introduced money to pay for the last night.
"Keep your money, Aaron,"  said he.
"Let me stay, for the rest of the month, sir," said Aaron.
"Nahoom never changes his mind," said Nahoom.
At the moment he begged the landlord, humbly Aaron looked at me.
"Say something, Ishmael...say, it is over," said  Nahoom.
"You shall not, Ishmael," said Aaron and looked into Nohoom's eyes.
 "I understand, sir,"  said he  and left the hotel.


Time had  passed by slower than ever. I met many people in the city,and  though  was introduced to more  elite figures in the city, I tried my best to hid my talent....actually our lady was behind such opportunity. She was always there for us-  (My friend and myself.)

Aaron had vanished, and never showed up ever since. Actually he had  not left any trace behind. Eventually, we did not hear about him until someday, without  any arrangement,he surprised me when unexpectedly  rushed into my work place-in  the museum- .and straightly  had me involved in his story.‘Ishmael," said he. " I understand what inappropriate means."...
His tone in fact,shook my whole body.
“I am exhausted, Ishmael," he  groaned.
"What are talking about?" said I restlessly."You are fine...I can tell."
"I am not, sir."
"What is wrong with you?"
"I am not well, sir," said he sternly.
I was frozen, trying though to catch  up... cried emotionally.
 "You  are too young for death, Arron,"
 He looked pale and exhausted.
"No, sir, you are wrong, I am ancient. The time is younger than me,"  said he sternly.
"You  are scaring me Aaron."
.‘For the first time,have chosen a wrong mission," said he.
 "Have Chosen what?” I cried.
"A mission...a mission"
"I can help," said I confidently.
"I believe you are the only one who can clean my mess," said he.
 "I will...I promise," I said awkwardly.
"Shall  you keep my words safe?" said he.
"I will ...I will."
"I am grateful," said he and left.


In the afternoon, I left the museum earlier than usual and went back to the hotel, where I saw Nahoom's face glittering joyously on the stairs, doubtless- for being in a company of his favorite female. He was getting the most obscure pleasure in the company of the city's unofficial  hag- our lady- Mother of the Ferdews' girls. He shared this deadly secrets  with her.Together were now  descending the stairs. The old woman was glowing distinctively. There, politely, I waited for them at the foot of the stairs....I bowed for her slightly. "Now, I can tell why everything  is so delightful her," said I.
"Ishmael, Iskmael.  knew many people of your kind, but you are brighter than them," said she.
"Humbly, appreciate your trust,my lady," said I.
"Come and lets talk," said she.
I felt sorry for being hypocrite.
"We had read your article, Ishmael," the hag said
"I am honored," said I.
"I believe, it'd better wait a bit...I care about you,"said Nahoom.
"Right...I understand. Thank you."
"My problem is I am not interested in the social and elite people's concerns," said I
"You will hurt yourself, young man. Someone has to teach you birds of a feather flock together," said she.
"Right?And what should I tell my people?' said she.
I was shocked.
"Today was your ominous day, I had mistaken not to telling you, Ishmael," said she.
"What is the occasion... actually I am not certain how to say it,"
"You won't be able to  avoid it by your own," said she.
"Enlighten me, Madame."

Nahoom was impressed.
 "I did not know how bad- omens can be stalked," said Nahoom.
"Actually, I need to learn this trade," said he.
"It is not a matter of learning  or acquiring knowledge. It is in my blood," said she and  delightfully blew her smokes in the air, and cast a glimpse at the  chemistry of my soul.
" I believe in God's plan, my lady," Nahoom said.
"Goodwill gesture...I respect your belief."
"Put your trust in God, only when everything fails," said she.

"Hang on, but forgive me for my greed; imagine , someday, my real estates  are gone,"said he.
"You are anxious."
"I am restless, I predict the danger."
"Angst does not make any difference," said she."I came her to command you, not to listen your complains," said she.
"Yes... your Majesty," said he cynically.
"I have some reasonable requests. Put Narisis  under your protection."
" I will."
"I will."
"And the girls."
"And the girls."
"Where is Narsis," Nahoom screamed
."Call, bloody Narsid ,I lost my voice."said he.
Narsis appeared, immediately.
" Son of  a bitch,"  said Nahoom.
. "I was in the kitchen," Narsis said.
"The lady is here," said Nahoom.
"Ishmael, Ishmael," the hag said in a sudden blow. "Your bad- omen,is Aaron."
"I  was thinking about Aaron," I said.
" He does not interfere with my lines," said the hag.
" He has Jeannette’s mind filled with junks," said she,
"Should we exile him darling," Nahoom said
"You can not, sir," I said.
‘What?’Nahoom said.
" You can not exile him." I said.
"Hang on, dear, hang on, read this letter, Ishmael."
The letter was on Nahoom's office.
"That is unfair, sir." said I.
"I had no choice." said Nahoom.
"What do you mean?" said she.
"You should not have touched his letter," said she.
"Forget it, darling," said he and laughed.
"Who knows where he is," said she.
"I know. but it is a secret, darling."
"No anymore," said he.

I stayed there for a long  time chattering,and laughing until with the ugly national anthem the TV station  started its daily programs, earlier than usual. However, anyway, I could not stop thinking of the letter all the while- rounding in my head  the meaning of the scratched words on the paper which hardly in a blink of  an eye,any one would perceive.

"Dear Mr. Raja A aron,
Surely you saved my daughter,
Never forget your grace, sir, God bless you, lord.
Almighty's Prince on earth
Almighty's light for poors.

Your Faithful Servant   G.R. Sinhal."

"Damn," I said, and nodded to the TV.
"What is going on?" said  Nahoom.
He looked at the screen and snapped."Oh, yeah, fuck."
"They did it...they did."
"The did . what?" said she.
"Wait, wait , and listen," said he.
"War! Fuck," said she.

I left them, and bid myself to disappear, however, ironically the national anthem lasted for a long time. They kept repeating the growl until I slept,  to wake up then  upon the news of the war's  declaration. Unconsciously I spat twice at the  picture hung on the wall and snapped. " Bastard." Anyway, then, I felt a great  relief , though was too hard to adapt the war's  march and breath its dust, and blood.

  Nahoom  announced his plan for  a great night- and had Narsis set  tables  for a a massive night. Like usual, he invited all the hotel's residents, and many friends from the city- they were only men, so he promised  to ask our lady for help. She did not mind to send a couple of  girls to dance, on a little stage we built in the huge reception hall; the first division ever I stepped in, in the premises. Aaron was the favorite topic of gossips with wine and beer

Nahoom, however,  was not always initiative, but occasionally was assertive indeed. In his point of view,anyway, the sweetest taste was in the wine served on the tables of his chattering guests.
Our lady sent three of her daughters, but she could not attend the party...
{Narsis, almost organized everything.)

On the throne  of Solomon son of David, Nahoom delivered a short speech, then sat with his guests one after another till was certain, it was time to drink with me. His speech was simple and short. "A bad omen is to abandon the cult of your own  clan. For God's sake let celebrate the cult of gossip." said he.
"Wow," the celebrants shouted and clapped joyously for his bravery.

The girls danced  and we drunk upon the start of the longest night of the city.
We were crazy ...obsessed with the girls' body like morons. Actually, I did not know how  the time
passed  until Nahoom occupied a seat close to me...he drunk and  sung with us, as much as he he could. He provoked us and challenged the youngest ones  to go further. He talked on the religions, politic,and  sex. And  when was bored he switched to the  hottest topic; Aaron.

I would not say, he deliberately chose his seat, if  he did not say. "What have you seen in him, master?" ...
" I have seen a human , sir," said I.
"What kind of human ?"
"It is hard to tell, sir."
He kept asking me ridiculous questions until a resident named Askender, interrupted him.
"You won't believe one would, "  said he.
"Talk, good man, talk," said Nahoom.
"I can't ... I can' is forbidden."
"It is about Aaron, isn't ?"
"Yes, but I am not saying anything."
Then Nahoom did not say anymore.Actually he surrendered to the celebrants  who urged him to perform something. "Sing Nahoom, sing," they yelled and dragged him gently towards the stage.
The landlord sung  one of the oldest song.
On the bank of the river,
We came  and talked.

Nahoom, looked like those sages who kept their wisdom for themselves.
He approached me again and  repeated his first question again..
 "I said What have you seen in him, master," said he.
I ought, to be honest, I had to talk in my language not in  peasants'.
 "A written book,  the soul of India who masters  flutes, wisdom, science  and the song of  Tagoor, sir," said I
" more, more."
"There is no ample time to talk on Aaron,sir," said I.
It looked, my words had  touched his heart
.I would  say." I silenced them."
 Nahoom, probably, and his guests on other hand  wished me the worst nightmare..
However anyway like typical hypocrites, sooner, we exchanged courtesy words.
"Good night."
"Good night everyone
"Good night."

Next day, and the days after, I started wandering on the same bank of the river. It was strange for a specie  like me ,not  having acquired yet  his wild sentiments against  the  winter. I walked midst the streams of the foreigners, who started recently posing a great threat on the people across the country. I screamed unto them."How different our maps are, brothers."

14- December.

 On our way to the tavern.(Our lady's tavern)...  my friend whispered..
 " Camali and Jasmine have married  publicly...tribal- ly  ,officially , whatever you want call ."
I could not believe my ear. They should have married, in the first place,... I yelled savagely.  "Why the hell it took them so long?"
"I don't  know," said he reluctantly.
"Oh, yea. Deja vu," said I.
"Deja vu.? What do you mean."
  "A  thousand obstacles!"
 "Man, thank God, and drink...drink their toast," said he seriously..
When we arrived, we looked for the best words for the toast.
"Well ready? May  the two..." he stammered.
"To the two." said he awkwardly,, and  then drunk on our spot, cheering then as loud as we could..
‘To Chamali... to the mountains," we chanted, genuinely.

 We were happy, and excitedly shouted.
"They married under bullets and shells."
" Long live...long live ... you know what I mean."
It was then when we saw the tavern's girl Jeanette sparkling on the stage midst a marvelous choir. She was singing and dancing with the youngest  body, putting all her spirit in her magical melody.And as she emerged and glimmered in the space , we both screamed.‘"Good God, what have you done?"
Halted and  screamed again .‘To Jasmine, to Camali’

"Our lady was right," I said when remembered Jeanette’s mother whispering to Nahoom."Tonight Jeanette  deserves a prince's kiss." We breathed  the wine odor and smokes in the humid  space.
"Darling, darling." we shouted to Jeanette, and she waved to us.
"Oh, miracles, Jeanette and  Narsis, " said I.
"Fuck ... shush, " said my friend, and  started weeping..
"I am not jealous..." said he.
 He had not drunken that much. "O, watch your mouth."
 "She is not yours,"  filthily, a man yelled at us."Is not she?"...
"She is an artist , deserve her fun's' respect," I said.
"She is our fairy princess," said he and nodded to his companions."Fuck him."...
 "You are just a bloody beast."
"Fine, are right, sir, " said I, and tried my best  to calm them down.

It looked they accepted my cool  attitude, but unexpectedly, in a sudden move, the dancer  ascended the stage and walked past me, and cunningly  whispered in my ear.."Aaron is commuting  suicide . master, " said Jeanette.She was broken, and I felt her real tears when she passed me Aaron's address...

Following  those brisk moments , a cruel roaring growl  stormed around us...                                            "To the hell...motherfuckers," they said  clearly.
Thank Goodness, anyway, the girl is safe, I thought, when I saw Jeanette in the right time slipping  out, and escaping  the  fatal  chaos so swiftly that the gang also  were stunned, and halted , prior to their attack. We were shocked, upon the crowd's outburst, who sooner smashed  everything on our heads. They knocked me down on , and  heaped  whatever they caught on my dead corpse; scraps, woods, bottles of wine and beers, dishes, knives, and tables


17- December.

"Dr. Aaron.S.Bahadur Shah," I read  in the badge was  hung on  his heart. The name was written with a silk thread like letters.
"It can't be," I gasped. "Goodness it is a dream,  I am certain it is."
And as the scene looked clearer I saw many the date on the wall.
 "Good God, 17 of December ...Dr. Aaron!"
"Dr. Aaron? So it is real, Nahoom's  spies told the truth"
"Goodness. You are alive," my friend yelled joyously.
 He was a good friend... fortunately was not hurt as much as I was.

Through the bottles on the boards around me,I remembered, the wine on the table, Jeannette’s body, crashed glass and students running  out from the tavern.I heard a funeral march, the traditional army's march.I was alone waiting for something to happen.But all in all I was fine. I needed to talk..
"Don't panic... no one dies under my hand," said Aaron.
I responded genuinely.
"Jeanette told me everything. What is you going on?" I said.
 He turned his face away.
"It is not a right time. You are still weak."
"No, I am not. I am  strong enough to hear your  nonsense," said I.
"Well, if I have to tell the truth. That is the truth, my friend. But it is not a suicide,"  Aaron said.
"You had told me. 'I am exhausted.That is fine, but suicide is not."
"My time is coming."
‘Time of what, Dr.?.’I cried.
“Gods’ and Mine, sir?he said.
"Aaron, Aaron, watch you mouth..."
"Let me then pass you,a bit of my mission,"  said he.
"What sort of missions, Dr."  I said
"The least I say may burn you."
"Words?" I gasped.
" It'd better  understand,otherwise, you are free," said he.
"That is the only thing I am good in," said I.
"Good in understanding what?" said he.
"The human pain," I said with my deepest voice.
"Then, I leave it for you," said he and left the room.

25- December.

Aaron had made his decision. He brought his sack and left all his secrets  in my care.
I was silent, gazing at him fiercely while graciously was  reading his secret.
"Om purnam adah purnam idam," said he.
"Stop...stop, and leave...leave" I said.
"Fine let me touch your head," said he.
I agreed.
"Don't read Aaron before his time comes,"said he and left.
"I promise."
1st - January.

Dear Mr Raja Bahadur Shah
-Sri Krishna-

Blessed lord, without you I should
have killed myself..

Your Faithful Servant.
D.L. Bradwja.
Dear Dr Raja Bahadur Shah

I received all you had sent
all my wishes , Sir

Yours Faithfully

With my ghosts , joyously, I read Aaron forgetting  all my pains. Even with evil eyes readied to
reveal  his secrets, devouring a thousand letters a day, unaware, I was  dismantling  his soul. .
"Bastard," I was  a bastard.

In the first day I read  as much as I could, and stayed awake until  dawn. The moment when I heard in  the quietness of the dead, a voice echoed and rhymed  the very verses of the man.
Om purnam adah purnam idam
purnat purnam udachyate
purnasya purnam adaya
purnam evavashishyate

 I was asleep. Jeanette's sad voice whispered several times in my ear.
"Happy new year,"said she.
 "Happy new year," said I.
"He's Gone."
"Yes. Jean, I have read his verse, I reached the end!" said I.
.I heard her gasps.
“Everyone  ridiculed me. Except you," said she, and I remembered his verse.
"Adore the harlot of Lord."

3rd -January.

I stayed with Jeanette on Aaron's coffin.We had already shrouded him with the best available linen in the city.In fact we tried to give him the tribute he deserved, however, suddenly a board from his hospital rushed in ,and  pushed  Jeannette out of the room.Some of them  grunted. "Out, dirty woman."
And one of them took a hold of my arm and dragged me to my bed.
"Dr. Shah had already reported his death,"  my  nurse said.
"Did he?" said I.
"Strange, is not it?"said she.
I begged her to let Jeanette in.
"She is a bad woman," my nurse said."Anyway, come in."

Jeanette sat close to my bed. I was certain the honorable harlot, Jeanette, and myself were the only people in the city who could pay him the tribute that might become him..
"What are you doing?" said Jeanette.
"I am saying .'The further extract of Veda and Vedanta in our  hermitage is only the skills of Monsieur Aaron son of Raja Bahadur shah," said I, and she burst into a loud,  bitter cry.
The nurses gathered in front of the door and looked at us with tearing eyes, until I murmured..
"Jeanette Jeanette lets go."



In the coming season , I  wrote more than ten thousand letters to all  those  addresses , and told them brassily. "Aaron son of Raja Bahadur is dead." However, none of them believed me. Actually, some of them wrote. "God never dies...we have already built his shrine, in our town." On other hand  those who believed in what I told them, said." We started raising fund to build him a shrine."  Then we stopped writing to each other, anymore.

Now, then  I had to go back home- and start  my class again.I had sworn,  under God -witnessed by Jeanette,  to be well equipped for the next journey.Then I walked away, and mixed Aaron's secrets with mine, struggling  to work out what he had scratched on the end of my tome.

I kept in contact with the peoples in Al,Merjan,  Ferdews Tavern and the National  Museum, until the news of my three Refuges shocked the whole country:My mentor in the museum faced the excision  squad for having refused to replace a copy of David's sculpture with the  original one. Nahoom died during the next winter from a heart attack when all his real estates were confiscated  during the last campaign of the Jewish property seizures . The hag was convicted for having committed a capital crime.

 Everyone was certain  the new policy  was only a trick to confiscate their properties. Nevertheless,
it turned out that our lady  was the wealthier woman  in the city.She was executed  two years later. Fortunately, she had her daughters escape the country-  even before her case started. Her five daughters married in Paris  to peoples unknown to me, except  Narsis  who married Jeanette.

Today after all those years, I came to India with a thousand merchants from  around the world. No one  was  certain if was  a ritual meeting or a secret  whim in the heads of the richest men in the wold to norm the threat they might have on each other, and renew their royalty to the Destiny Script-ers  who in the views of some enlightened figures were representative of the new generation of  Illuminati.   

 I had my plan to find at least one of Aaron's shrines to fulfill my old task. We were waiting for  the legendary trade  master , Raja. Balaram in Lord Krishna Hotel in the  capital city, New Delhi.We were looking for jewelries and dear stones and trying our best to get in touch with the  last theories on the trade and  methods of creation   new generations of precious stones. We waited in the light of  the national chandeliers and spicy mood of everyone..The time passed by similar to all the great nights I had throughout my magical  trade, started from London, then New York, Paris,Berlin ,Geneva,  Rome, Shanghai ...I knew every city had to show the best of its symbols, I thought, to enter this club, Delhi had to show one of its youngest gods.

We waited and talked until  in a solemn walk, stately a black figure in a maroon manta  slipped through the crowd, Actually, when he walked, everyone's heart startled and came to a halt. The man kept casting  piercing  glances at the guests one after the other . I understood, he was looking for someone, in particular,  through the hazy space with two deep growing eyes. I read his face, and for my surprise he was not a man of the trade either."Good Heaven," I murmured." I am not talking about India ...I am talking about Balaram. Gandhi has to die."
"Great Balaram, " a welcome voice ran through the hall.
"He is ...Hee is."
"Lord of iron and stones."

The party went on, under the talented organizers  who orchestrated the arts of the chefs, entertainers, maids, dancer and best singers of the country. Every one had a brilliant night. We listened to the sweetest  songs of India, while  Balaram kept meeting  everyone individually. I was the last one to meet, however, since no commercial deal was made yet , it did not matter who he met first.
He addressed his speech as a great new member in the club.
"We understand this conclave is for the benefits of the poor people around the world."
 "Evil minds are weaker to undermine Sri Krishna's wills."
"I personally show the weakness is not the element of good."
"I understand. If there is a need to war we fund that  war; that is what we are honored with; I mean the possession."

All those quotations were officially admired .But I learnt from Nahoom and twenty years -experience in my trade, not to show my fire towards the new members, until checked the real gut of the ancientest members. Nevertheless, they, at the same night, defined the Symphony Overture , precisely as a premature solution of the crucial crises.

Certainly, the war was what they meant by the symphony. We agreed, and drunk, and stuck in the tricks of the chattering lords.The notable figures showed the world would work in the current decade, if some major issue posed a threat on the mainstream politics.
" Though this time not  anymore- dimly,  things  are looking,  the consequences are totally obscure,"said Mr. Jefferson the honer of the largest corporation of human being parts -bank.
"The goods exchanges occur regardless," said Mr. Kunpeng, the owner of  a giant corporation of export and import  to China.
 " While someone faces a disaster the others expanding their enterprise,"said Mr. Hamasaki                "For God's sake stop the piracy and  patent infringe," said Mr.  Aeschelman               
"Agree."said Mr. Beaumont.
"Agree." said Mr Donati.
" Unnecessary tasks mean you undermine your plans, "said Mr. Cox.
We were absolutely minor figures in the conclave , had not had opportunity to talk, but gave our vote to the ones who were closer to the moderate parties.

By now everyone was tired or even exhausted, and started living, and going back to his suite where more wine and maids were waiting for him. I intended to stay there a bit longer, however,  the strange man invited me to drink in the grand hall. We chattered and tested  stones and jewelries till midnight, when suddenly he grabbed my hand." Ishmael, pardon me for my straightness, " said he."If asked you about the human pain."...
I startled ,probably , my face was so flashed that he changed his drive immediately.
"What goods do you have, sir?’said he.
"Doubtless, the others had better goods, sir,"  said I.
He did not hesitate to confess.
"I prefer yours," said he.
" I have no goods, sir," said I.
"Then what are you buying , Ishmael?"

I could not find an appropriator answer, until suddenly Aaron's voice, echoed in my head.
"Ishmael, free yourself."....
"Thou might be the one, sir,"  said I humbly.
"The One!" said he ..
A bit surprised, he  grunted. " You are not disguised, are you?"
"No,Sir. Actually, I am so normal that I feel sorry for myself," said I.
"It is not always bad to travel in disguise. Lord Krishna lives in disguise."
It was my turn, I thought it was my turn.
"Do you believe in him, sir," I said.
"We meant to be enemies, sir," said he.
" Then if you are so close,  watch me, sir," said I.
"I am ready, Ishmael."
It  was then when it came  to my head to show him Aaron's Code...and started drawing brilliantly, the whole verse,in the original ancient script in front of him on a price of paper.

In shock the giant man was surrendered to the pace of the emerging letters  under my hand, paying all possible tributes to the words  of his rival , hailing and praising my skills. I was not listening to his  whisper and groans  until he bellowed " O' Lord...O' Lord."
I have reached the god's limit.
"You, can' can't," said he.
He was exhausted .
"Listen. Stop... stop," said he.

 I did not, anyway, until he snatched the paper and started reading.
“To guard virtues, destroy evilness, and maintaining the law, I ascend down era
after era, to this Earth...Sri Krishna, the god,”  said he.
"You did not read the rest, sir," said I.
"It is not for mortals. It is dangerous," yelled he.
"Why, sir?" I snapped.
"To keep the  clear distances between Truth and Untruth...
Good and Evil... esetra...esetra ," said he.
" The gods' tongue is exhaustive for mortals, sir." said he.
"Teach me, enlighten me, Lord,"said I.
"You are in the wrong place," said he.
"I am a random person, sir."
"Ishmael , I am to him as Satan is to God," said he.
" Lord Baralam! inferrably he is closer to Him than us."
"You are free; this premises is one thousand and one rooms, but no one knows where room Number One is...Have a look through the window," said he and touched my hand, again.
 Doubtless,  I thought, it is specified for the Destiny Scripters.
"Don't be so sure," said he.

He looked weightless. I tried to hold his hand,  the brilliant one  was vanishing. Desperately, tried  to grasp him  firmly, but noting other than light was in my grip. Struck by horror. I ran to the hall way ...wandered there  and bellowed. "The man has gone...the man has gone."
No one looked surprised. I looked into their faces; they were local citizen.
"Don't worry, sir. He comes and goes,"  said one of the maids who had served us for the dinner.            I realized soon, she thought I was drunk.
"Would you like, sir, to have a rest  at your place."
I was wrecked, however, thankfully, followed her to my suite.
"I am sorry to take you this way, sir," said she, for not having used the lift.
"Anything wrong?" I said.
"No, is a sort of an overcrowded," said she.
In the middle of stairs I halted and asked her.
 "Where is the room number one."
 The maid startled and snapped.
"Beg  you pardon." said she.
"I said where is the room number one."...
 "There is no such a room, sir."
It has to be somewhere, I thought  with myself and followed her until she delivered me to my my suite's maids.
My suite.

"You were  Sri Krishna, " I said and let the girls dealing with my clothes, not my body.And a bit latter  I preferred to have them siting on the seats outside the suite.
The time dragged by slowly slowly."You were  Sri Krishna," I said again. Everything was silent until a thrilling shriek hit my my head."It took you all those years to say that!"
It was, I thought, it was the  echo of his growl
‘You are Sri Krishna, ain't you?" I screamed.
The girls rushed in screaming."Bliss you, sir ...Bless you, sir."....
"It is fine is fine," I yelled, and dismissed them.

And, then like the remain of the last demigod stood  with all my muscles, veins and bones exposed to air, as if was performing the self autopsy -looking through the veranda, above the stately crowned arches under the dome with all my unwritten  memories and deeds, watching the falling violet lights, and listening to the lords of music, scholars of dance and triumph of truth. Everything was mixed with the magical vapor in the space .I was frozen, gazing with two un-glittering black pearls The pearls were my eyes. falling  deeply into the heart of the country, heart of India.

The End

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