Camel (standard:romance, 5283 words)
Author: Shamoil Ahmad	Added: Feb 05 2012	Views/Reads: 2676/2134	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

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message in the eyes of one another. Sakeena took the currency note of 
rupees fifty into her hand. It is said that one should not take a long 
look even at the apron of a woman, for it creates sexual urge in one's 
heart. Women who adorn white shawl and cover themselves with black 
clothes actually encourage sexual intimacy. Whenever Sakeena went out, 
she took white shawl and adorned black  veil and walked in a gait that 
showed her chest forward, waist swinging and hands freely wading 
through air like swords.... When Hashmat did not return the following 
week too, Sakeena rushed to Maulana swinging her sword-like-hands. His 
breathing stopped as he stood stultified...Oh God! The bathroom scene 
came zooming before his eyes. Managing to breathe a little free after 
much effort, he opened the betel-nut pairing casket used for 
foretelling things. “Have patience...the traveller would be here in 
three days...!” As a matter of fact, Hashim returned within three days 
and brought money too. Sakeena was overjoyed. They feasted on pulao and 
chicken. Maulana too relished chicken leg pieces. For the first time 
that day Sakeena came before Maualana in the presence of Hashim. 
“Maulana Saheb! Bring him such an amulet this time that he does his 
work here itself...” “Men will have to go out in search of livelihood.” 
Maulana smiled. “But he goes away unannounced and takes months to 
return.” Sakeena said, remonstrating amorously. Maulana gave him an 
amulet with engravings. It had three perpendicular and three horizontal 
strands. One should know that, like private parts, eyes, too, keep 
breeding.... Maulana was unable to forget the spectacle he had 
witnessed in the bathroom and as Sakeena kept presenting herself to him 
again and again with her swinging swords, the image kept hovering. God 
provides sugar to the sugar-addict. Hashmat once again went away 
unannounced and she rushed to him for his whereabouts...to ask him to 
open his magical betel-nut pairing. This time the traveller was caught 
in a knot somewhere. “It's difficult to say where and in which 
condition he is...?” A deep imprint of insecurity surfaced on her face. 
Maulana changed the topic. “You had cooked wonderfully well the other 
day.” “Maulana Saheb! This money that he brings is not auspicious, it 
does not bring prosperity.” “Keep the conscience clean. There will be 
prosperity.” “He earns a lot, but squanders away everything.” “Keep a 
control.” “How to control him...? He has developed such a bad habit of 
gambling...all that he earns goes into this...and when there is no 
money, he sells household items...” “This is a bad thing.” Maulana 
said, running his hand on his long flowing beard. “Please give him an 
amulet that it really rids him of this habit of gambling.” “I'll, God 
willing...” Maulana did not give her any amulet then, but certainly 
burdened her with more loan as he thrust a fifty rupees note into her 
hand, “keep it.” Sakeena smiled quietly. Women do not smile for 
nothing...taking the currency note into her hand, she whispered. “Come 
to the house at noon.” Maulana felt a shiver down his spine....somehow 
she whispered softly,” come to the house at noon...to the house...!” 
Where there is plentiful stock of beauty on offer there will be the 
partakers of it... Maulana reached the house of Sakeena. There was 
complete solitude in the house. Sakeena was combing her hair. When a 
woman is alone, she has the company of Satan. Seeing Maulana there, the 
Satan smiled. “Where are the rest of the people?” Maulana queried. 
“They have gone for the prayer.” “Where?” “At the lawyer's house.” The 
Satan made him sit on the cot inside. “For two hours no one will be 
here.” Sakeena smiled. “Is that why you called me at this hour?” 
Maulana too smiled. “No one comes to my room.” And yet, he did not seem 
fully assured. He looked a little worried. “Even if someone came in, 
I'll show you out through the secret door...” “Secret door...?” Maulana 
was surprised. Satan showed him the secret door. There was a small room 
adjacent to this room and the door of that small room opened into a 
lane which was scarcely used by anyone. It was bolted from the other 
side. It's important to know that the saplings of sexual urge have been 
planted on human hearts. One finds samples of wolfish joy in it. And 
the real moment for which the Satan waited had not arrived yet.... 
Sakeena had cooked chicken delicacies. She had made parathas too. The 
food was more delicious this time. Maulana licked his fingers. Sakeena 
bent down to pick plates and other things up. The images flashed before 
the eyes of Maulana....the waist swinging like flower laden 
branches...and rhythmically vibrating buttocks... Satan was waiting for 
this very moment. He keeps planting seeds of sexual cravings in the 
hearts of mankind. He planted the seed and Maulana caught the hand of 
Sakeena.... “Sit for a while...let's do some talking...!” “Let me keep 
the utensils.” Sakeena replied with a seductive gesture. The cup of 
patience, full up to the brim, was now spilling over. When Sakeena 
returned after keeping the utensils, he pulled her by her hand. 
Spreading a seductive smile, Sakeena threw herself on the bed. Satan 
had vanished. He had done his job. Maulana made love...went home...went 
to the bath.... Maulana was not unaware that his relation with 
Sakeena... Hashmat spent most of time in gambling dens or in smuggling 
activities. Maulana defended him with caution and instilled the fear of 
Shariat in the family. Sakeena no longer took the help of betel-nut 
pairings to make enquiries about him. She was at peace with her life 
and Maulana too was having a jolly good time. Every day was a festive 
day and every night a night of amorous joy. One of the deadly side 
effects of lust is that it breeds crime. If a man indulging in it did 
not steady himself in the initial stages, then he is gone forever.  And 
Maulana felt the urge a second time...He had barely risen from his seat 
after taking a sumptuous meal when Sakeena held him by his hand and 
said peering into his eyes,” Maulana Saheb!” Maulana was floored. ‘Oh, 
God...! What a seductive pose...what a coquetry...? Never did she 
present herself in this manner in the past...?' Sakeena put a finger on 
her nose, smiled and swung her waist as she said,” even though I have 
two men, there is no nose-ring for me.” ‘Two men...?” Maulana was 
floored...'I am one man...Hashmat is another...where this nose-ring can 
be had from...?' Never in his lifetime did he buy any nose-ring. That 
too of gold. Wife did not adorn nose-ring. She adorned nose-pendant. 
Right in the middle of the nose, a silver nose-pendant... Wife was a 
religious woman but finicky...when she would come to bed, she would go 
into a spell as if reading from a scripture seeking eternal forgiveness 
and Maulana realized that while Sakeena was full of zest, wife was 
stolid. Maulana went to a goldsmith and bought a nose-ring for rupees 
one hundred and fifty. He kept it in the match-box and went to Sakeena. 
They were seated in the courtyard. Rahmat Ali...Begum Rahmat Ali and 
her first man too...The first man brought a chair from inside for the 
second man. Sakeena was fetching water from the hand-pump. The second 
man stealthily showed the match box to her giving sufficient hint about 
the nose-ring in it. She smiled and on the pretext of lighting up oven 
she came to him to borrow his match-box.  Maulana extended the 
match-box to her. Instead of going to the kitchen with the match-box, 
she went to her room... Women are at the cause of most of the wily 
things. A new wile was born. Rahmat Ali was picked up by the police. 
Hashmat too was sent to jail. Sakeena like an injured viper kept fuming 
seated in the courtyard. Maulana too shivered. The net was spread by 
the Satan. Hashmat had grown into a careless wanderer. He had no money 
for gambling. His eyes had sighted the nose-ring. He kept pestering her 
for it. She was not the one to oblige him. This led to bickering. 
“Where did you bring it from? Never saw it earlier?” “I saved money 
from the daily expenses. I bought it as I wanted to have one.” “But 
it's my money.” “No.” “Give it me.” “Never.” “I'll get you another one 
later.” “Sell domestic items.” Hashmat got wild. “Why will you not 
give?” “Why will I give you?” “I need it.” “Why should I give you my 
personal things?” “Have you brought it from your parents'?” “Don't 
abuse me.” Sakeena too got wild. Hashmat pounced on her and pulled the 
nose-ring. Sakeena cried in pain. She was bleeding from her nose. 
Hashmat ran away with the ring. Sakeena fell down on the floor and 
began to cry hoarse. “I have been robbed...I am ruined...” Rahmat Ali 
came running and seeing him around Sakeena began to cry louder 
still,”...the bastard has robbed me....may he go putrid.” Hearing such 
cuss words for his son Rahmat Ali too got angry. “Why are you shrieking 
like mad?” Sakeena's shriek became more piercing and violent. 
“Yes...yes...I have gone mad...beat me both father and son...beat 
me...” With both her hands she kept beating her chest. Rahmat Ali got 
worried. Begum Rahmat Ali was watching the spectacle from the verandah. 
When Sakeen's eyes fell on her, she threw her slipper towards her and 
cried,” you wretched termagant woman...has it given solace to your 
heart...?” Begum Rahmat Ali rushed back into her room. Sakeena was 
wailing for a while and then went to the police station to lodge a 
complaint. “He smuggles marijuana. When I objected to it, he beat me up 
badly and scampered away with my ornaments.” Police came. It recovered 
a bag from the house that contained marijuana. Hashmat Ali was 
absconding. Rahmat Ali was present and the contraband was found in the 
house. Police seized the contraband and put Rahmat Ali in the lock-up. 
After an hour Hashmat too was taken in. When the news spread, Maulana 
came rushing. Begum Rahmat Ali was sobbing bitterly in her room. Some 
neighbouring women had gathered round her. Sakeena was still fuming by 
herself in the courtyard. Maulana went to the police station. Clutching 
his head down, Rahmat Ali was in the prison. Seeing Maulana, he burst 
into tears. “God had to show this day?” “Everything will be all right.” 
Maulana tried to console him. But it was difficult to be all right. The 
officer in charge was demanding rupees five thousand. “This is too 
much.” Maulana was aghast. “Crime committed is also serious.” “What is 
the fault of Rahmat Saheb? He could be let off.” “It is his fault 
only.” The officer in charge smiled. “How come?” “You have come for 
him.” “Yes.” “The boy is a useless fellow. You haven't come for him?” 
“Yes.” “Then the price must be paid.” “Please make some concession...” 
Maulana pleaded. “Is it not a shameful matter that an elderly man 
should be locked up for a crime as heinous as smuggling?” “It's 
terrible.” “Then the price...?” Maulana returned, lost and 
disappointed. The following day Sakeena smuggled him in from the secret 
door. There was complete quietude in the house. Begum Rahmat Ali had 
taken refuge at one of her neighbours' house. It was dark in the room. 
Verandah was lit up dim light. Children were asleep at the farthest end 
of the cot. “What was the need for doing all this...?” Maulana said 
complainingly. “He took my nose-ring.” Sakeena said, crying 
inconsolably. “What of that? I would have brought you another piece...” 
“You are also faulting me only...” She began to sob again. “Oh, 
don't...!” She flung into his bosom and closed her eyes. He felt 
Sakeena was in tension. “He pulled it forcibly from my nose.” She said, 
sobbing inconsolably. “Is a cruel fellow...!” Maulana tenderly fondled 
her nose. Then planted a kiss and said,” I'll bring you another one.” 
“Question does not arise.” “Why not? When I will bring it, the matter 
will be the same.” “That was my first wish fulfilled...my first 
gift...I would have carried it to my grave...” “Just forget that...” 
“How can I forget that...?” Still sobbing, she moved closer still. 
“There is no point in grieving so much...” Sakeena's eyes began to 
close... Begum Rahmat Ali had some gold in the form of bangles. With 
the sale proceeds, Rahmat Ali was freed, but it was long after ten days 
that Hashmat was released. No one said anything to Sakeena anymore. 
Hashmat continued to be what he was. Major part of his day was spent in 
gambling and on occasions he remained traceless for days. Maulana had 
all his fingers in the pie and his head in the cauldron. He now 
traversed through the main door. Well, the consequences of sexual 
craving are infinite... One day he felt the door had become narrow. He 
had just returned after delivering the Friday prayer and was relaxing. 
Sakeena's head was resting on his chest and he was rolling his hand on 
her hips. Sakeena was combing his hair with her fingers when she 
suddenly remembered a story of a bandit. There was a bandit. He used to 
plunder at night and during the day time he remained in the guise of a 
hermit. A stranger once escaping the dragnet of bandits came to his 
hermitage with a bundle in which he had collected all his cash and 
valuables. “Maharaj! I am pursued by bandits. Please keep this bundle 
with you. I will return to take it when the fear of bandits abates.” He 
kept the bundle. After a few days the stranger returned to take 
possession of the bundle of his wealth. The saint handed over the 
bundle to him and also sent some of his men to escort him safely to his 
place of abode. This surprised the fellow bandits no end. “Sardar! Why 
did you return his treasure?” “He has faith in saints. It's important 
to protect this faith...otherwise sustainability of religion will be 
endangered.” “Faith....? ...religion will be endangered...?” “Maulana 
Saheb!” Sakeena suddenly seemed to have awakened from a reverie. Her 
voice was stern....Maulana startled. “What's that?” “You resign your 
priestly position.” “Why?” “It doesn't look good.” “What doesn't look 
good?” “It's not a good thing for a priest doing all this.” “Why?” “You 
are Imam...the community follows you as you say prayers for them and 
this misdeed of yours?” “My misdeed...? And what about your 
misdeed...?” Maulana got angry. “I am bad...people think I am bad. But 
you are Imam.” “What if I am Imam?” “People think you are good. It is 
important to protect this image of good.” “I am safe because I am Imam. 
If I become common man, life will become difficult.” “If Imam indulges 
in such activities, faith in Islam will get impaired...religion will 
get endangered.” “Stop these talks.” Maulana changed the topic and 
enveloped Sakeena into his bosom. “That is why I ask you to resign the 
priestly position.” Sakeena said as she was being squeezed into him. 
“Come on, drop it now...” “Become a common man and do whatever you want 
to do.” “All right.” He leaned downwards on her, drawing his lips 
towards hers. Sakeena loosened her body as she surrendered...but that 
day it occurred to him that Sakeena too was stolid like his wife. 
Maulana was now beginning to see sparks of fire in her 
eyes...particularly on those days when he would return after saying 
prayers at burials. Sakeena would stand firmly. “Won't you resign...?” 
“Why should I resign...?” Maulana would say irritatingly. “Will Imam do 
such heinous things?” His blood would begin to boil on this 
question...it occurred to him that he too should chastise her,' ...and 
what are you doing, bloody slut?' But looking at the defiance of the 
slut, he could not speak anything. He was rendered speechless. He had 
to tackle her diplomatically. “If I resign people will get suspicious.” 
“One day they will come to know.” Sakeena continued to stand in the 
defiant posture. Maulana had no answer and she would burst out again. 
Fingers were now getting burnt in the pie and the head was now firmly 
in the mortar. Sakeena was relentlessly pounding him with pestle. 
Maulana would remain silent. But the mercury was rising by and by. 
“Isn't it strange that men like you should lead the prayer at the 
burial...?” “If religion is getting denigrated at all places it is 
because the likes of you are at the helm.” “If during life time one did 
not get the right prayer, it should at least be available on death.” 
Maulana could take it no longer and he rushed out of the room. One day 
it crossed all limits... During the act of sexual intercourse, Sakeena 
recalled the story again. She at once sat up. “Will you resign or not?” 
What the hell it is? Will you resign or not? Was this the appropriate 
moment for this kind of question? In this moment of ecstasy when things 
were reaching the crescendo, what's the meaning of asking for the 
resignation of an Imam? Maulana was peeved. Sakeena had stood up in a 
mood of defiance...she had her hands on her hips and her eyes were 
showering fire and brimstone.... “This is clearly a case of cheating 
the sect...” “Do you think that those saying their prayers after you 
will have the satisfaction of their prayers being answered...” Maulana 
was bristling with rage. ‘Bloody slut of a woman...!' Murmuring this he 
raced out of the room. 

Maulana's visits became less frequent. But how could blanket have
deserted him. Sakeena began visiting him off and on, spent hours 
giggling and gossiping with his wife. Maulana avoided her gaze. In her 
eyes he saw only one commandment—resign the priesthood...resign the 
priesthood... And it exploded one day. Sakeena announced that she was 
pregnant. She was happy if it was a son she would make him a scholar. 
Maulana was stunned to hear the news...what if it became public that 
....? But he was not going to take it quietly. “What's proof that it's 
my child?” Hatred too at times brings sparkle in eyes. Sakeena's eyes 
sparkled and intensified. “You may rest assured. No matter whose child, 
it will be known by mother's name when it is born...” And then with a 
vitriolic smile, she said, “woman is born from the bone marrow of men 
because she is ordained to keep his shortcomings under wrap, but what 
to do with the shortcomings of an Imam...?” “If I give up my 
priesthood, people will suspect me. So long as I am Imam, no one will 
dare to raise fingers.” “Veils are destined to fall off one day or the 
other.” Sakeena spoke like a philosopher. “Terminate the relationship.” 
Maulana's voice conveyed a sense of boredom. “What?” Sakeena looked 
askance at him. “What was in the heart came out on the lips...isn't 
it?” “I was joking.” Maulana smiled. “But I am not joking. Hear it loud 
and clear, if you do not resign the priesthood, the consequences will 
be dire.” “And hear this too...I'll give birth to this child and will 
name it Kudartullah Warsi...” It now occurred to the Maulana that 
Sakeena's firm buttocks symbolized her firm determination...the bulging 
breasts...the swinging arms in the manner of sword...roving eyes like 
those of a hawk...? Such women do not easily drop anchor. If Sakeena 
says she will educate her child in the religious school...she will also 
find a similar sounding word to name the child...and what if the child 
took after him...? Maulana felt a shiver down his spine...traces of a 
priest acquiring shape in the embryo of a slut...? Finding him silent, 
Sakeena's eyes flashed sparks of intense hatred. “It is important to 
maintain the sanctity of the priesthood of an Imam.” She surveyed him 
from head to foot with utter contempt and said disdainfully, ‘Imam like 
you...? Huh!' And she went out of the room. She did not spit on the 
floor while going out of the room, but it appeared to the Maulana that 
the slut had spat outside. “Bloody bitchy piece...!” Thereafter the 
visits became a rarity. Sakeena too had become a little indifferent. If 
on occasions they happened to meet, they barely looked at one another, 
that too in silence. Maulana looked forlorn and Sakeena's eyes hardly 
ever evinced any interest. Even then the spark had not completely ebbed 
out. It seemed as if the fire still crackled within. There was no one 
in the house one day. The inmates had gone to a marriage party. Sakeena 
was all by herself. It had been long since she had met the Maulana. She 
was toying with the idea of visiting him when he made the appearance. 
Sakeena bloomed like flower. “If I were to ask God for any gift now, it 
would have been bestowed on me.” “How come?” “I was going to meet you.” 
“Where the rest of them have gone?” “Have gone to a marriage...will 
return by tomorrow.” “Oh great...!” Maulana proclaimed his glee. “You 
have become invisible like the Moon of Eid.” “You have forgotten me.” 
Maulana said with a mild tweak on her cheek. “Move aside...” Sakeena 
swung away from him. Maulana tried to grab her, but she pushed him 
aside, wriggled out and said smilingly, “unfaithful...!” He grabbed her 
by her waist and pulled her closer. “You are unfaithful.” “Why should I 
be that?” He tried to kiss her, but Sakeena blocked it, shoved his face 
away and said with a swagger: “Where were you all these days...?” “I 
used to come every day.” “Not to me.” “You were angry.” “Liar.” Maulana 
again tried to kiss her.  Sakeena released her body loose this time. 
“Go after dinner,” seemingly trying to wriggle herself out of his grip, 
she said. This time he planted a long smooch and said,” will come after 
leading a prayer.” “Will wait.” Sakeena too smiled. Maulana bid her 
good-bye as he left. Sakeena cooked biryani and stewed kebab. She had a 
long cleansing bath and put on dark linen on herself, applied collyrium 
in her eyes and tinged her teeth with powder, polished her nail, tied 
anklets to her feet and freed the locks on her head. She stood before a 
mirror and surveyed her body from the opposite angles... Her long hair 
was spread out on her mien and downwards....dark linen around her 
waistline had soaked some of the dampness provided by the dripping 
water from hair. Powdered teeth between her bluish black lips were 
visible like some dark precious stones, the eyes were twinkling like 
stars and her face was lit up like a freshly drenched rose. Maulana 
made his entry through the secret door. Looked at Sakeena and stood 
stultified and these words flowed out of his mouth: “Good Heaven!” “Who 
are you going to kill with these munitions?” Maulana tried to grab her, 
but she moved away in style. Untended hair on her mien made a sudden 
movement...then she stood erect...and the bulge of her breast became 
distinctly visible, looked sideways at him and said, “It is better to 
kill a beast before it devours you...” Maulana smiled, took the hand of 
Sakeena and pulled her into his bosom. She came in sudden contact with 
his chest and her bangles made a jingling sound. Maulana wanted to 
crush her into his bosom...she wriggled to extricate her out and 
Maulana realized that her hips were more curvy than he had thought. 
“Why are you so impatient, my lord...? Have your dinner first...” 
Sakeena said smilingly. “First of all I'll eat you as my dinner.” 
Maulana said sheepishly. “By all means eat me, but don't eat the 
community.” Maulana's eye-brows straightened up....bloody slut... 
Swinging her shapely hips she went into the kitchen and Maulana kept 
staring at the movement of her buttocks... She returned and served the 
food...biryani...korma...kofta...kebab. “You are being very formal and 
methodical tonight, my love...never in the past did you do this.” “The 
lordship too has come after a long recess.” “I hope this will not the 
last dinner.” Maualan smiled...the smile was meaningful. In reply 
Sakeena too smiled, but said nothing. Sakeena felt Maulana was in a 
thoughtful mood...did not seem to relish eating. “Didn't like the 
food?” Sakeena asked and brought stuffed and folded betel-leaf in a 
silver tray duly covered with a layering. “Liked food all right, but 
how to consume betel?” “Why?” “Then how will I kiss you?” Sakeena 
looked at him with her half-ope eyes. He took her into his arms and 
carried her to the bed while Sakeena kept wriggling...finally she too 
relented and shut her eyes in surrender. ‘When I saw you the first time 
in the bath...these solid curvy butts'...and then he softly began to 
brush her butt with his flowing beard....gil...gil...gil... Sakeena 
squealed and laughed. It tickled her no ends. “It tickles.” “It 
tickles...? Bloody slut of a woman...” The sudden change in the tone of 
his voice startled Sakeena. “The fault lies in your buttocks. If it 
were not that curvy, there would not have been this problem...” Sakeena 
tried to rise and sit up, but Maulana pressed her butts down with his 
knees with all the force he could muster and took a strangle hold of 
her neck with his hands...Sakeena shrieked and tried to 
extricate....the shrieking sound from her were getting feeble and 
horrific...Maulana put a pillow on her face and pressed hard to pin her 
down....bloody bitch...you will give birth to my child....resign the 
priesthood...? Ooooh...oooh...oooh....Sakeena was shrieking and trying 
her best to wriggle out of it, But the Maulana had applied all his 
brute force, and was strangulating her... Sakeena's voice ebbed out 
within her....her eyes bulged out from their sockets; tongue screwed 
out of her mouth....blood seeped out of mouth and nose spilling over 
the pillow... Maulana looked about himself....was anything left in the 
room....? His cap lay on the table. He put it back on his head...the 
betel tray was also close by. The betel was shining as the light from 
the bulb was falling on it. Maulana's lips recorded a poisonous smile 
that contained the elements of his egoistic satisfaction. “Bloody 
bitch!” Maulana took the betel into his mouth as he hatefully muttered 
something and went out through the secret door. 

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