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|Camel (standard:romance, 5283 words)|
|Author: Shamoil Ahmad||Added: Feb 05 2012||Views/Reads: 940/813||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|This is the story of an Imam of a Mosque enjoying a responsible position in the Muslim community, but conducting in a manner that even a harlot finds obnoxious . The Imam of a mosque is enamoured of a woman of easy virtue. While it is known that her char|
Shamoil Ahmad Camel Maulana Barkatullah Warsi's camel was sturdy and Sakeena had the dextricity of a rope maker...Maulana was not embarrassed that his relation with Sakeena was like that of a camel and a rope. But he was also the Imam of the mosque and this occasionally made him aware of his guilt, gave him occasional jitters. It is necessary to know where actually the urge begins. It begins with the eyes. Just...protect your eyes. The eyes were fixed on the hole of the door and Sakeena, squatted on the floor, was having bath. Crooning out ‘' La ilaha illillah .....'' she poured the last bucket of water on her person and stood up to conclude his bathing. Maulana looked dazed. Sakeena's butt was twisted like an upturned arch in such a manner that while her breasts inched forward, her rear protruded backward. The meaty portion of her entire body seemed to have deposited on her butt. Sakina, with a swift jerk, threw back her locks and Maulana noticed beads of water trickling down on the arch of her back and depositing on her butt. Maulana went home, wolfishly feasted on his wife and proceeded to the bathroom. That day he had gone to the house of Rahmat Ali to give him an amulet......he was a regular visitor there. Rahmat Ali was unwell those days. It appeared to him that someone had cast some evil spirit on his house which was precisely why the prosperity and happiness had deserted the household. The only son Hashmat too had taken to gambling and god knows from where he had brought in Sakeena, the mother of two children, to this house. Sakeena had come in with nikahnama, the certificate of marriage. Rahmat Ali was forced to countenance this as his son had duly married her. But for his wife Begam Rahmat it was difficult to digest and the neighbors took no time in declaring that Sakeena was the kept, a consort, of Hashmat. Rahmat Ali was having a burning sensation in every joint of his fingers. When doctors failed to diagnose the problem, it was Maulana who they came to. Maulana read out from the Holy Scripture and took the measurement of his shirt. It fell short by a finger. Maybe, it was spell of evil spirit . The following day he went to the Rahmat Alis with Solomon's ring .. The door to the courtyard was ajar. He knocked at it. There was no response. Maulana coughed his way in. There was no one to be seen. But there was the sound of falling water coming from the bath. The bathroom was adjacent to the hand pump in the courtyard. His curiosity grew when he heard some crooning sound emanating from inside the bathroom and moved close to the hole on the door....and fixed his eyes on the peeping hole... Yes, it's the eyes that need to be protected and one should know that in the matters of trappings women were extremely wily. Ever since Sakeena had moved in, something or the other was regularly happening. She would keep pressing her demands and she had the backing of the nikahnama. Begam Rahmat kept fuming if ever Sakeena put her hands on anything. But in the presence of Hashmat, she could not have her say. If ever Sakeena brewed tea, Begum Rahmat would go wild, but helpless in the presence of Hashmat. She would keep a watch on her to see if she was stealing sugar. One day she was caught while in the act. Hashmat had gone somewhere. Sakeena had run short of her ration; her children were crying hoarse as they were hungry. Maulana was then seated on the verandah. Sakeena entered the kitchen to fetch milk for her children and Begum caught her in the act of stealing. “You bitch! Do I have to give milk for your bastard...?” With her children hungry and crying furiously, the mother acquired the strength of a lioness. With one swift jerk she extricated her hand. “You old wretch...!” “Shut up! Arguing with me...?” Begum Rahmat held her by her locks. Sakeena too held her by her locks.... “Arrey....arrey...!” Rahmat Ali came running. “Turned it into a harridan house....a harridan house...!” Both were in the severe jostling act of muscle flexing, beating...Rahmat Ali somehow separated the two. Sakeena's eyes were disgorging fire and brimstone. She stood firmly and defiantly there with her disheveled hair. Seeing this dreadful appearance of Sakeena, Rahmat Ali got frightened. Begum Rahmat too was shivering. Milk was procured for her starving children but the sense of insecurity got ingrained and deepened in the psyche of Sakeena. Maulana counseled Rahmat Ali. “Hashmat has formally married her...it's not proper to commit excesses on her...” When Sakeena came to the courtyard, Maulana quietly and stealthily thrust a fifty rupees note into her hand as he said, “Arrange milk for your children.” Sakeena quietly looked at him. “Take it as loan now. When Hashmat comes, return it.” No matter how illiterate or unlettered a woman, she is adept at reading the hunger in the eyes of men and males too easily read the sense of insecurity in the eyes of women. Both read the Click here to read the rest of this story (374 more lines)
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