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a short story :)
salaampeaceshalom
10/03/04 at 07:39:46
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Ma'sha'Allaah I felt like writing and then this piece turned in to a short story :).  I'm uncertain how exactly I feel about it because it's the first time I think that I've written a piece like a story.  Btw, does anyone know what a bulbul is?  I know it's a type of bird but what type I don't know :).  I just like the sound of the word :).


'Why so forlorn?' asked the bulbul of its friend.
The mournful nightingale turned with tear-filled eyes.
'A woeful tale I shall reveal', it whispered in a laboured sigh.
'The mistress of this garden,' it began, 'has disregarded the rays of Truth.
Her soul is writhing, reaching towards the lingering echoes of a forgotten Truth, while she adorns herself in sinful desires. An empty vessel she has become and yet her slumbering soul is trying to awaken.'

Away in the house, the said same mistress hung on the wall a newly purchased mirror. As she stared in to it, the tale the nightingale was weaving, began to unveil itself before her.

'Her soul seeks much longed for respite,' the nightingale continued. 'Yet the poignant plight of her soul is unknown to her. She has long forgotten to nurture her soul's sole delight.'

Inside the house the enchanted mirror began to unlock the guarded secrets the mistress had deeply buried within.

'The enrapturing seductive tones of serenity coax her soul, and it yearns for them to be resonated from deep within. Yet her soul lies in fragments, weeping for the illumination it so seeks that will stir awake the mistress.'

The tale the mirror was depicting mesmerised the mistress, and it began to dawn on her she was seeing her own demise.

'She is no more of substance', the nightingale said painfully. 'Illusions have dazzled her, yet her soul futilely attempts to soar towards a drifting cloud of comfort, all the while fearful it is merely a mirage.' The nightingale lowered its head, its eyes too heavy with tears. 'Her fate is tragic, she has become separated from her own essence'.
In the silence that followed, the nightingale began to weep, and the bulbul was struck by dismay. An eclipsed moon hung in the night sky and the rest of creation shivered, having listened to the tale the nightingale had divulged.

The mistress found she was paralysed, too horrified to move at what the mirror was showing her. A tumultuous wave of despair cascaded over her and the pungent state of her reality scattered to pieces before her. Crimson tears fell from her eyes and in to the canvass of images the mirror was painting.

The illusive colours of serenity suddenly scathingly danced before her. A searing pain raced through her soul witnessing the very thing that had always escaped it. The jagged pieces of the mistress's soul desperately ached to reach for the colours of serenity that it had so long pined for. Her soul whimpered in agony unable to bear to be tortured so.

Outside the moon began to shine full beam once more.

Then, the tones of serenity began to whisper, and promised words to the tattered seams of the soul, that no more would they escape it. And so the colours of serenity entered the mistress to dwell in each fragmented part of her soul, and rhythmically began to reside in her.

A prisoner the soul would be no more, no longer being oppressed by its mistress, and the mistress would no more be held captive by worldly desires. The colours of freedom the soul cherished deeply and it passionately told the mistress that all that had deluded her before was bleak and distant. No more would the soul live a borrowed existence, but instead would guide its mistress back to the rays of Truth she had shunned herself from.

Outside the bulbul watched in awe the hypnotic dance of serenity that the moonlight was illuminating.

And the nightingale lifted its head and smiled.

:p
10/04/04 at 04:52:31
salaampeaceshalom
Re: a short story :)
timbuktu
10/03/04 at 07:57:47
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"bulbul" is "Urdu" for "nightingale"

but your story is wonderful.
Re: a short story :)
salaampeaceshalom
10/04/04 at 04:51:53
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SubhanAllaah :D, so I have 2 nightingales in my story.  BarakAllaahu feekum brother timbuktu  :)

wa'salaam


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