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Sunday, February 6, 2011

The wail of the Sufi saint

New Post (136) : The wail of the Sufi saint

It's Story time folk/s.

This happened sometime somewhere in a nondescript little town.

The town was starved for water. The village elders tried everything they could. Carving out ponds, digging up wells, ……….(all of the usual)

Then, it got worse.
The town had no rainfall for 3 years.

The townspeople were in tears.

Thirsting for a drop of water.

Prayers were offered.
Animals were sacrificed to please the GOD/s.

Mass migration was contemplated.

Just in time. MIRACULOUSLY---The local politician appeared on the scene and promised that the town would be fed with water by diverting a rivulet nearby with canals for the purpose.

The town rejoiced.
Happy days were here again..........

The plan to migrate was shelved.

NOW---Politics crept in. The people were split in two sides. Each demanding a greater share of the water. That the canal be passed through their side of town first.

One side of "traditionalists" wanted to revert to farming. The other side of "modernists" wanted to set up industry. City folk entered the scene---meddling. A tug of war ensued.

A young couple finds itself separated in this tug of war. Forced to take sides.

All before work had even commenced on the canal.

At the village square the Sufi saint who had made a huge tree his shelter and abode looked on…even as he fed the stray dogs of the village with whatever crumbs he could lay his hands on.

One day he walked out of the village. The stray dogs followed him in a pack licking at his feet.

He took shelter under another huge tree on a hillock overlooking the town.

That very night the Sufi saint was heard WAILING IN THE DEAD OF NIGHT.

Lo and behold it started raining like it had never rained before. The skies came down.

But it only rained on the hillock. The town was left as dry and thirsty as before.

The young couple leaves the town for good. Hand in hand. Walking into the setting sun.................(only to be swallowed up by a BIG city, somewhere).

Moral : ? ? ? ...........(my grandmother never told me ! so I do not know.)

Charlie Brown