In our teens Mohammad Sidiq(fake name) from Zaindar Mohalla was one of our playmates. He was from a professional carpenter family. We named him as Sidea Chan. Mohammad Sidiq was a handsome personality with curly hair. He was cute with proportionate height. His voice even while talking was musical, sweet and pleasing to the ear. He was a good singer and an expert harmonium player. His habits were neat and clean. He was mostly dressed in neat and clean three-piece suit or in a pushmina dussa (Pushmina blanket). Two pens in his coat pocket were always discernible to give him the look of a perfect gentleman. 9 to 9:30 AM at College time without fail he was seen standing on the footpath at Kanikadal Crossing. One day one Ghulam Nabi (fake name) went to him and requested him to read a postcard to him. Mohammad Sidiq managed to escape and ran into the cosmetic shop of Hassan Bissati nearby. Ghulam Nabi followed him and requested him to oblige him. Mohammad Sidiq confessed that he had never been to school and did not know how to read and write. It was all Greek to him. Ghulam Nabi said that he knew that he was illiterate and deliberately asked him to read the postcard to him. He asked him not to carry two pens in his pocket as it was an insult to the pen. Mohammad Sidiq politely handed the two pens to Ghulam Nabi as he was directed.
The other day Mohammad Sidiq as usual was in his usual dress but without pen in his pocket at the corner of the footpath. He did not miss a day when he would not see Rohila(fake name) on way to her college. Rohila was a fairy on land. To watch her gait was his passion. He would not whisper even a word. Being one-way traffic, he was contented with 50% success. His devotion and prayer to Cupid bore success. Rohila got conscious. Smile on either side was the ultimate for a long time. Both got married. Both enjoyed a very happy married life. Rohila bore a son to Mohammad Sidiq. God fulfilled all their desires. Life continued peacefully. One day on a trifle Mohammad Sidiq exercised his powers granted by the Shariat Law. He pronounced Seh-Talaq. Rohila went to her parents. All changed for the worst. Mohammad Sidiq expressed his regrets to all his well-wishers. One of his sincere friends was very witty. He promised him amicable solution to the problem. Both went to Moulvi, a common friend for solution to the problem without infringing the Shariat Law. The Moulvi was an authority on Islamic Law. After hearing the problem, in a lighter vein, he asked them to enjoy light refreshment for he had solution to the problem that was a minor one for him. Sidiq obeyed, but was extremely restless. For some time to defuse the problem the Moulvi talked about weather, politics and other issues of no consequence. Abruptly he said: “Mohammad Sidiq get down Koran Sharif to him from the rack in that corner. It is hard bound and in the uppermost rack.” With desirable height, he did not need any ladder for the purpose. He went and brought the heaviest book in the rack and handed it to the Moulvi. The Moulvi pronounced his judgment that the Seh-Talaq, pronounced by Mohammad Sidiq is not valid. It is null and void. He was asked to get down Koran from the rack and he got down a dictionary. The law is not a binding on a person who can’t differentiate between the holy Book and the ordinary book.
Word was sent to Rohilla. A grand party was arranged to celebrate reunion. Both thanked the Moulvi for his fatwa. Both felt indebted to the friend who managed the right path. The only son got brothers and sisters until the fairy on land got wrinkles on her face. 2012, I was told that Mohammad Sidiq died a premature death. Peace be to his soul.
Brijdass te Girdass chu venen lasiv te basiv.
The other day Mohammad Sidiq as usual was in his usual dress but without pen in his pocket at the corner of the footpath. He did not miss a day when he would not see Rohila(fake name) on way to her college. Rohila was a fairy on land. To watch her gait was his passion. He would not whisper even a word. Being one-way traffic, he was contented with 50% success. His devotion and prayer to Cupid bore success. Rohila got conscious. Smile on either side was the ultimate for a long time. Both got married. Both enjoyed a very happy married life. Rohila bore a son to Mohammad Sidiq. God fulfilled all their desires. Life continued peacefully. One day on a trifle Mohammad Sidiq exercised his powers granted by the Shariat Law. He pronounced Seh-Talaq. Rohila went to her parents. All changed for the worst. Mohammad Sidiq expressed his regrets to all his well-wishers. One of his sincere friends was very witty. He promised him amicable solution to the problem. Both went to Moulvi, a common friend for solution to the problem without infringing the Shariat Law. The Moulvi was an authority on Islamic Law. After hearing the problem, in a lighter vein, he asked them to enjoy light refreshment for he had solution to the problem that was a minor one for him. Sidiq obeyed, but was extremely restless. For some time to defuse the problem the Moulvi talked about weather, politics and other issues of no consequence. Abruptly he said: “Mohammad Sidiq get down Koran Sharif to him from the rack in that corner. It is hard bound and in the uppermost rack.” With desirable height, he did not need any ladder for the purpose. He went and brought the heaviest book in the rack and handed it to the Moulvi. The Moulvi pronounced his judgment that the Seh-Talaq, pronounced by Mohammad Sidiq is not valid. It is null and void. He was asked to get down Koran from the rack and he got down a dictionary. The law is not a binding on a person who can’t differentiate between the holy Book and the ordinary book.
Word was sent to Rohilla. A grand party was arranged to celebrate reunion. Both thanked the Moulvi for his fatwa. Both felt indebted to the friend who managed the right path. The only son got brothers and sisters until the fairy on land got wrinkles on her face. 2012, I was told that Mohammad Sidiq died a premature death. Peace be to his soul.
Brijdass te Girdass chu venen lasiv te basiv.
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