The sinner (girl likes you)
Story Name: The sinner
Raian's beauty has a reflection of the mixed reaction of pleasure and pain of such a known and unknown world. her eyes are restive and curious like the two eyes of a deer. They are driven and confounded by life's desire. She was looking at the hajjis with the sharp eyes of the wild cats but without ferocity. It is concerned and absorbed inn the uniformity of her questions. She was motionless at a point. Surveying with her sight. I was also looking at her obliquely. I was curious to know what that girl wanted? If she came for worship. She would not have wasted time in that way. She did not look alert and sharp like the intelligence agents. Oh, Allah, she is slowly coming towards me.
Suddenly there was a sweet sonorous whisper, one Riyal, please.
I was thunderstruck. It's like falling to earth from heaven. This girl is a beggar? I looked at her with wide-open eyes. Suddenly the wide bright sky was covered by cloud. The black shadow of compassion was perceptible over her face as if molten gold was blended with dull gray. Her deep black eyes were sunk in blue pain.
The Sinner is a great story
I was ashamed. Then put my hand in the pocket and tried to give her a five-Riyal note. I couldn't believe my eyes. She didn't have any of the two hands. The two sleeves of her apron were just hanging from the shoulder. Two pockets of her apron seemed to look like thirsty black rat holes you have to put money there.
She could feel my hesitation. Both of my hands were chopped off. She said without demurring.
Accident?
Accident? Why the accident? Do I drive a car of to ride a car?
Maybe some Unscrupulous one ran his car on you. I said sheepishly.
No, I stole. Raian said clearly
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through her beautiful lips rather scornful.
What this girl said made me, as if to fall from the sky. I couldn't believe that such a beautiful girl with the courage of the ocean could steal.
But I knew that in this country hands were chopped off for stealing.
I was rather rude. Why did you steal? Habitually or for want?
Now she had the firmness of Bedouins in her voice. Why has it to be in nature? I stole for poverty. One can develop nature but the want is created by society.
I could sense philosophy in her words. There is poverty in this land of petrol-dollar? What do you say?
The Sinner is great story
Raian's voice was wet, Listen, Allah gave wealth to all people in all countries. But some foolish people try for keep them to themselves.
these are old things.
Oh. foreigner. These old things breed new things.
Auch as?
Man acquires wealth not for enjoyment. But to increase their pride.
I was startled with the new theory.
Wealth increases power and power increases pride.
But how do you profit from pride? I asked.
Pride brings the fall. Then there will be worldwide indiscipline injustice. Oppression and misdeeds. This is how sins are born in this world Satan wants it.
You touched the root. But social scientists say other things. Three things are at the root of this intention to grab everything. The first is the desire for enjoyment. Then increase pomp and grandeur and third is the desire to rule over others.
You are right. Raian said. it's the challenge that is behind the desire to rule over others. I am the greatest. I am all in all. He starts to forget the vastness of the Creator, his greatness, and the mysteries of his creation. he becomes an autocrat. Pharaoh and Nimmrods are his forefathers and the oppressed and the exploited then resort to spite. Raian said. It's the challenge that is behind the desire to rule over others. I am all in all. He starts to forget the vastness of the Creator his greatness and the mysteries of His creation. He becomes an autocrat. Pharaoh and Nimrods are his forefathers. And going to say something. Spite turns into vengeance. vengeance leads to fights killings Both sides are then sinners.
You know so much? You must be studying a lot? I was dumbfounded.' Leave it. Where is the time?' Raian almost ridiculed with her petal lips.
'I say what life has taught me
'Yes, teaching from life is the greatest lesson; I said. 'If you knew so much. why did you steal? Didn't you know 'stealing is a great sin?'
The sharpened bedouin sword flashed the sun of the desert. Oh, rajulum.some sins are born out of the luxury of mind and body. They do not care about sin or virtue.'
Oh.aiyunhan Nassau .cana sin committed for necessity be pardoned?
Then why your arms are chopped off?
Oh ummi .true my hands are choppedoff.but it proved the impudence of society.'
What does it mean?'My the voice couldn't hide the surprise.
'The people of the world will see that this society failed to meet my minimum needs. So I turned a thief.'
I sad to myself . Astaghfirullah. I can't win this argument with this girl. The books taught me but this girl was taught by life.
As I was silent. she talked again with eyes glistening and voice wet.
Do you know my father died at my infancy? My mother did not marry for my sake. She took a job of a maid at a sheik had three wives. They were in keen competition among themselves. My mother becomes an issue of this competition.mother was honest. Sincere and dedicated worker.She was never negligent . She never refused any additional burden of work. All three of them got her to work as a monster.Hardly she fished work of on mistress when orders of another would come. Then the third mistress of the house would grouse. Mother was simply tormented.
' Your mother could have left the house .'
what is the advantage ? All households of the rich have the same picture. Here at least you got something additional .
I did 't understand the meaning of her words. So I looked enquiringly at Raian.
'Don't you understand All three mistresses were in competition in respect of giving presentation. The one who gave the best and most of the presentation had the greatest hon us among the servants.
Then things were well. I said just to keep on the thread of words.
But mother's health broke down for this hard work. She was imbedded. Meanwhile the savings were spent. Then there was starvation. One day tow days and three days. How long one can starve? I wanted to take mother's work. But mother disagreed. In her eyes I was Jamil.
I said to myself yes you are Jamil in everybody's eyes. Why only mother in our language you are a paragon of beauty.
Mother thought if I worked in that house. I would be harmed, Sheikh would try to make me his fourth wife. Then other mistresses would unite to kill me by poisoning.
Apprehension was not baseless. I said.
Then Zayed could also return.
Who is Zayed.
I was to be married to Zayed. I am engaged to Zayed.
Good
You are free today good but that man is not in this
country.
Where is he?
He has gone abroad. He has probably gone to USA from the land of Pharaoh.
Zayed will return Raian. I said firmly.
Raian's voice got wet. I heard that he married a white girl.
I was struck dumb.
Can you tell me. If the white girls are more beautiful than me? She sounded distressed. My voice wwas chocked with affection sympathy and kindness.
No. Raian. No. I don't believe there is anyone in the world more beautiful than you.
What's it utility now to me. I have no hands. I am disabled. I am a sinner abandoned by the society.
I was silent. it has no solution in my country. Not even in this country.
It is a sin everywhere. But there is no forgiveness for sin.
Raian was bent on continuing with her story.
One day I was walking and walking with hunger through the bazaar in the hope that if some kind person help me. But nobody noticed me. Who could see my hungry face as I was in Burqa? How many can feel the pain and melancholy of the mind?
you are right. How many are there who really feel for others?
Oh, Alim dress may hide the frailty of the body. but not mind's debility. Then I was desperate with hunger. Learned world were meaningless to me then. I saw a shopkeeper weighing merchandise while he was talking to a fellow associate. I used the opportunity to pick up a few dates. But hard luck. The shopkeeper caught me. he raised hue and cry, which attracted a lot of people. Thief was caught with goods. So justice was quick.
I put hands on my ears.
Raian understood that I was no prepared to hear about the horrible punishment.
Oh. Aziz. oh honorable person. Listen man cannot be reformed by punishment. The problem of the guilty must be addressed. punishment only increases the tendency to commit further crimes. My stubborn resolution intensified. I had stolen at that time like a foolish. Now I will steal like a skilled craftsman. I was shuffling fruits of a shop on the plea of buying some. Then I was blaming the shopkeeper for selling bad fruits. oh hypocrite why do you cheat people with rotten fruit? Possibly you also cheat them in weight. Remember. you will face grave punishment for it in the next world. ajabun aleem. You may cheat man but you will not be able to cheat the Creator. As I was trying to incite him with these words. I conceal some dry fruits under my burqa. But who knew the man was so shrewd? As soon as I stepped outside the shop, he raised hue and cry. thief. thief. This time also I was caught with good. People said this is that burqa wali, The shopkeeper prided on the fact that he could recognize me seeing the burqa. I was keeping a close watch on her. You must not see things with the half eye. What Swidler! She was delivering a lecture, to be honest.
I heaved a long sigh. Why didn't I think of changing the burqa?
I felt sorrow for her and said in a heavy voice, we have a proverb in our language nothing like stealing if it goes undetected.
aren't you encouraging thefts with this proverb?
No. Raian, this proverb is reflected in pain, agony, and irony.
So that is it. She heaved a long sigh. After a while she said. I haven't finished yet.
you needn't say. I could understand it. I said interrupting her.
Indeed. you will understand because you are an hakim. My hands were chopped twice.
I felt annoyed, What are these forms of salutation alim Fazil Aziz Hakim, etc?
I am qualified for none of these qualities. I am a killer. I have come for Hajj only to atone for my sin.
Unless one looked at Raian at that moment. None could realize how surprise can change the face of a person. Her delicate lips opened widely like a mushroom. Her contracted brows looked like a coiled serpent. Her gaze in askance appeared like the bows.
Oh, son of Adam. Why did you go for such a horrendous act?
I was then a student of the university and was entangled in politics. I exploded some bombs to break up the meeting of the opposition. About a dozen bloodstained people fell on the green grass. They lay there like slaughtered animals. Among them were some journalists.
Oh, Allah Raian cried out inaudibly. Why did you kill them? She asked after she settled down.
To silence their voice forever.
Where they speaking ugly things?
No, it's not that. They were expressing their opinion
What is wrong in that?
If we cannot stop them speaking about their opinion and ideas, who will then listen to ours?
What is this talk? Allah has given tongue to talk whatever one wants to say. But then they should be good for everybody.
Oh, Jamil woman. You don't know much of the mystery of the third world. Here everyone thinks, he is right. I have power. I have power. I have the capability. I have a shrewd policy. So I will destroy your ideal to impose my ideal on the people.
What is the utility?
How satan gains by guiding people to astray? That ensures self-satisfaction. One can blow one's own trumpet. It's an expression of power and self-conceit.
Naujubillah. She expressed herself in great contempt. Don't you have law and order in your country?
Why not? Police started haunting me. Those who conspired for this bombing got me out of the woods. They are influential people of the society. Huge money, the ability for counteraction, and search. They have nothing in shortage.
They could not rest in your distress is't it.
I laughed rather loudly forgetting about the surrounding.
Not at all. Why should it be like that. because if I divulge anything under police interrogation they could be in problem, that's why Raian was speechless
Now I adopted a new tactic.
Raian's contemptuous look was mixed with curiosity.
I let loose a snake into the meeting of the opposition. The snake moved on and rolled through the crowd.
Oh what a stamped and screaming in fear and panic.
Did snake bite someone?
No but the meeting was foiled. That is what we wanted.
Surprising. Raian panted.
Then I reformed myself
Allah's rahmat.
Yes you know everything has some reasons. When the dons of politice saw that the opposition fears to hold meeting they stopped paying me. i was frustrated. There is a proverb in our country. Give a dog bad name penniless and helpess. I had to leave the party. I was moving for livelihood from door to door. Finally I took a teaching job in a school.
You got good job.
I was laughing.
Why are laughing.
One turns a teacher after failing to obtaining a proper job. Word-wise it is important but it has no value in our county.
It could not be made out what Raian understood. But she did not talk about it anymore.
What ever sin you committed. Allah will pardon you since you came to visit alllah's house. You will be able to live rest of your life abiding by his command.
No I want to be sinner again.
Raian was astonishment was filled with pain. She could not talk for a while.
Fie is it your resolution? She could only say this. her scorn struck me like a stone. it seemed that a huge floating struck a boat in ocean and tear off its bottom. Water was gushing into it and then sank the boat into the bottom. Water was gushing into it and then sank the boat into the bottomless ocean. Its drowsing passenger raised his hand and said. Oh Lord I wanted to live.
I decided to intensify Raian's hatred and amazement.
Listen Raian. I saved some money in bank for my family. Well the amount is not insignificant. Immediately on my return. I will withdraw its interest with which I will buy Defence ssaving certificate for higher inters. And my money will increase.
You will take interest?
Why not? Our government lives on interest.
Believe me, our government deducts interest at high rate on loan for house building car advnace, provident fund etc. So being a law abiding citizen why wouldn't I also take interest?
Astagfirullah.
On my return home I will try for my promotion. I will bribe my superiors for this. My juniors have already superseded me. I am lagging behind in all respects money, status and influence. Being a conscious citizen i cannot tolerate such injustice, If plain dealing doesn't it will be bent according to needs.
Inauspicious work for good result?
Well-said Raian. Then my promotion my mean supersession of some deserving candidates. They will then feel oppressed and they will then be involved in quarrel and malice. The essence is that justice is like a chain having so many rings. When one pulls one ring othrs also ring. So if the society is not based on the infrastructure of justice there will not be balanced result. If one is treated with partiality the other will suffer. Then the strength of the unityu of the rings will be weakened. As a result the entire administrative system will be weakened.
We conduct examinations for the students. Now I won't say anything if the students copy. I will have an alibi. Which is that students stab teachers to death if the prevent them from copying will continue through their descendants and at one time the whole nation will turn into imitators.
You will commit such a terrible sin?
Possibly you are indicating social revolution
.
I was smiling without replying.
Raian then used the last lash of her whip. Look so long I thought that I was a great sinner. But today I feel like praying for you. Oh foreigner. sin does not eradicate sin. Only virtue can eradicate sin. Let Allah reform you.
I wanted to shout out. Oh raian. You don't know that I will remain shackled till I unshackled by the society where I am born. I don't want to commit sin. But sill I have to only for the sake of my existence.
But I Could not say anything like the cry of unintelligent infant. Some sound came out of my
throat. By then Raian had gone quite far.
I saw that my five-Riayl Note was on the carpet. With pitiful contempt, it was oscillating in air.
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