|The Dying Man (standard:other, 1688 words)|
|Author: Muhammad Nasrullah Khan||Added: Dec 01 2001||Views/Reads: 2207/1307||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|A whoreson who lived like an animal and died disguting death!|
The Dying Man For last many nights when I return to my street at late night I find a donkey lying at the dark corner of dirty street. His one front leg is broken and I am sure he can not move. Daily I make a plan to do something for him but in the morning I forget it, because my both legs are saved yet and I have to do lot of work to survive untill my front leg is also broken. There is something more in this donkey that it has remarkable resamblance with Hussani Powely. You must be thinking who is this Hussani Powely. First let me tell you the story of that man. When I learned the first ten numbers of calculations, I came to know that Hussani Powely was a human being. Though it is the Humanities that enable us to recognise man, but in my case it was Mathametics, which enabled me to identify humans. When my father tested my studies first time by questioning that how many animals were there in our courtyard? " Nine", I replied confidently; " no there are not nine, my son" my father retaliated with the same confidence. But according to my learning there were nine, and to prove the truth I started counting on my tender fingures: " two cows, three goats, one mare, one donkey, one dog, and one Hussani Powely-----so these are nine". Father laughed and replied, " but Hussani powely is not an animal; he is human being like us". But I did not agree with father, how could Hussani be a human being when all the time he remained with animals. Dispute was not setelled between we, father and son; therefore the case was preasented in the court of grandfather. All the family gathered there and final decision was announced. Hussani powely was announced a human and I lost the case, but one rupee was given to me for my strong argument. At that night I could not sleep because my tiny brain was not ready to accept the fact that Hussani was a human being, lot of questions were storming in my mind: " If he is a man then why does not he live like us? Why does he always remain with animals, even he sleeps on the ground among those animals." While not finding answer I slept and in dreams I saw him barking, eating grass, walking like donkey. Hussani powely was the only servant of our big family. His mother died when he was only ten years old, and nobody knew about his father. His mother never revealed that secret. At the death of his mother all the Poweleys drived him out of his home, because he was a whoreson. Poweleys were the untouchable people of the village. They earned their livelihood by doing mean works as fetching water and weaving shawls. Hussani was even unacceptable for that low-cast community. When all the poweleys dragged him out my grandfather, who was the chief of village brought him to our home. Since then Hussani was living in our home. Our village was on the foot of hot and dry mountains. Due to very low water level land was not fit for agriculture. There was only one well in the village for huge population. Hussani had to get up early in the morning to fetch water, because in the morning he had to go to graze animals in the far off fields. I never saw him at home in the daytime. At sunset he would appear in the village with his mates, riding the slow moving ass. Due to his big front teeth he always looked smiling. Extreme weather of the region had made his colour like burnt black stone. While sitting on ass he looked like the man of old stone age...the initial developed human form from monkeys. Passing through the streets, he hd to face the mocking remarks of the people. Few rascals had propagted that he had some illigitimate relationship with the ass. They would pass on very interesting remarks as: " Hey Hussani, assí movement shows you have made good use of her today", one would say from the tea- hut, " no, no friends, do not say like this, this ass is the only sister of Hussani, how can he do it with his sister?" the other voice would come from some other corner of street. Hussani never replied them; rather he would also give a big laughter in reply. Though there was mare too, but he never dared to ride that; I am sure he was not allowed to do so. He was a Powely and was born to ride donkeys. In evening I would stand at the big front door of our courtyard to see him. At the distance I could see him coming down from the Black Mountains with slow moving animals. At that moment that sight resembled to retreating troops. In the darkening evening, bells tied around the necks of animals gave very meloncholic sound. His voice among the sweet sounds of the bells gave sound of some tragic music of the old film. . He never came empty handed; he always brought something for me as: Click here to read the rest of this story (70 more lines)
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