Redemption Mountain

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The circle of life is sometimes broken by greed, and sometimes by accident, but Karma does not care which; --- it seems.

Submitted: July 24, 2017

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Submitted: July 24, 2017



The humble Sage known as Aziz Dhananjay fell to the floor in a mass of grief and expressions of futility. The letter that was in his hand was now crumpled on the floor beside him.

A young man rushed into the room as if sensing something was wrong with his friend and employer.

"Sahib, why do I find you on the floor, are you ill?"

Aziz waved his distressed servant away and then said, "My Son is dead, Farid has been murdered!" 

The servant, Ghulam-Twann, sat on the floor and wept alongside his master. His master had lost a son and Twann had lost one of his closest friends.

The two wept until they recovered from the tide of grief that had overcame them.


After a time Aziz rose from the floor and washed his face in a nearby water bowl, then dried with a towel that Ghulam-Twann had provided.

As Aziz gave Twann the towel back he reached out

and briefly hugged him, then he said, "Go, tell the household what has happened and tell them that a time of morning has begun."

"Yes Sahib, I will inform them and begin the preparations.

Do you wish that I contact my Father and tell him to cancel the inspection of your vineyards?"

"No Twann, he is already on his way home. I spoke with him this morning, by telephone, he was about to board the train. He should arrive by morning."




Even before sun-up Twann's Father entered the house to find his son waiting in the entry hall.

"Father, a great tragedy, Farid has been murdered!"

"How could this happen? Asked Twann’s Father, Kimtuu.

"There was a robbery and the three men who robbed him stabbed him without mercy," replied Twann. They are the ones known as the Kali, in the city of Javed."

"Yes, I know of these brothers and have had occasion to beat two of them severely. I should have killed them while I had the chance."

"Master Aziz would not have approved Father, you know how he feels about violence," Twann stated.

Kimtuu shook his head and replied, "Yes, but I wonder if Aziz would object today?

"How did you overcome the two brothers, Father? Did you have a gun?" asked Twann.

Kimtuu smiled just a little and said, "That was years ago and they were agile, but not very experienced with their knives. I was a younger man then and very experienced with Nun-chucks and Judo."

Then the older man thought for a long moment and asked his son, "Does Aziz know how the robbery occurred?"

Twann replied, Farid was in the city of Javed to sell a plot of land. The land was given to Master Aziz as payment for his services.

The letter Sahib received said that the investigators believed that the Kali somehow knew of the sale and that they robbed Farid shortly after the money changed hands. 


"Is Aziz awake yet?" Kimtuu asked his son.

"I am wake," Aziz stated as he walked into the entry hall from the drawing room. Apparently he had never gone to bed.

Aziz threw his big arms around Harsha and gave him a manly hug. Then the two went into the drawing room and closed the door behind them.

Ghulam-Twann quickly made his way to the kitchen and started a fire in the wood-burning stove. Tea is always ordered when those men in a meeting.




Aziz's parents died in a house fire when he was 14 years old. And even though he was at home at the time he remembers nothing about it, or how he escaped unharmed.

It seems that the painful memories of the fire is so harsh that Aziz has forgotten much of those years. He does not remember what country or city he lived in, or the whereabouts of their home. Even the names of his family and friends have escaped him. He does, however, remember the loving faces of his parents.

Shortly after his parents funeral Aziz was taken to a mountain habitat where a groups of Monks lived. And while living there he learned the ways of selflessness and how to speak to the GOOD within. He also learned where to find wisdom in the Scrolls of GARGI, and humility from the monks themselves.


During his years with the monks Aziz was given many duties and mastered them quickly. So at the age of 24  he was a skilled carpenter, farmer, vine-dresser, cook, shoe-maker and tool builder. Oh, and to make sure Aziz stayed fit he was taught Jujitsu. It was a passive means of self defense and a wonderful exercise method.

Sometime after Aziz's 25 birthday he was shown the way out of the mountains through a springtime passage. The monks had decided that he was ready for the world outside.


Kimtuu and Aziz met while both worked aboard a freighter, but lost touch for almost 15 years.

Kimtuu married and had five children, Twann is the youngest.

Aziz did not marry that young, but did find his path in life to be one of departing wisdom and spiritual advice. And that path has rewarded him well. He now supports an orphanage, a school for young girls, and supplies scholarships whenever possible.

He is a land owner, farms and vineyards, business owner, three restaurants, two jewelry and fine silver stores, and a banker to small family businesses.

None of these businesses does he manage himself for he has employed a good strategy. He finds people that are hard workers and knowledgeable in the business. Then he makes them a partner and allots them 25% ownership of the business. So the businesses thrive because the part owners are managing their own business and working very hard to make them profitable; after all, 25% of the profit is their only income.


Kimtuu is a honest man, a trait Aziz admires in a person, and Aziz found that out after they happened to become re-acquainted during an art purchase.

Indra, a seller of fine art was going to sell Aziz a painting for Aziz's home. It was a painting that Aziz's wife, Chandra, admired.

Kimtuu was the manager of the fine art gallery and an employee of Indra, the owner.

But Kimtuu stopped the sale by telling Aziz that the painting was not a one-of-a-kind, and the artist was not dead either.

Indra denied it and threatened Harsha with jail. "I will have you arrested for trying to ruin my impeccable reputation," Indra yelled.

Kimtuu calmly stated in return, "You can do that, and please add destruction of property to the charges."

Then Kimtuu slashed the painting with a letter opener and said, "There, take the true cost of that painting from the money that you owe me, which is one day’s pay."


Aziz laughed aloud and said, "It seems that you are now unemployed, my friend. Come, I have a job for you if my wife is not too unhappy that you ruined her favorite painting."

"That is not a problem," Kimtuu replied while laughing, "I know the woman who painted that one, and she has several more for sale. Shall we go buy one?" 

Well, Chandra got her painting, Kimtuu was employed, and the two friend were reunited; they became like brothers. 




A week has passed sense the murder and Aziz has traveled to the city of Javed. He went there to make preparations for his son's body to be transported back to his home.

As Aziz was trying to flag-down a taxi a man walked up to him and pressed a knife in his ribs, then said, "Move into that alley or I shall kill you right now, but do as I say and you shall escape harm."

Aziz complied and moved toward the alley, but as soon as Aziz entered the alley he quickly turned and disarmed the man.

The swiftness stunned the man and was looking for an escape route, but Aziz had the exit point blocked.

The man stated, "You'd better let me go, if you harm me my brothers will find you and kill you."

"And who might they be?" Aziz asked.

"We are known as the Kali!" the man said, then he attempted to attack Aziz. But Aziz Jujitsu training and long years of practice left the man lying in the alley with a dislocated shoulder and a bloody nose.

"Aziz pressed the knife to the man's badly bruised throat  and said, "What is your name?"

"I am called Nari," the man stated.

"Well Nari, I am Aziz Dhananjay and you were one of three men who robbed and murdered my son, Farid Dhananjay."

The man squirmed and tried to work free from Aziz's grasp, but could not.

"Don't kill me, I did not stab your son, honest, my two brothers did the stabbing. I was simply the look-out."

"Killing you is too quick; I want you and your brothers to suffer just as I have suffered.

You took from me that which I loved, so I shall do the same to all of you. Now go and tell your brothers that I am coming for them!" And with that said Aziz released the man.


Hari went to a doctor to have things put back where they belonged, and to be patched up.

Afterward he went to his brother's house to meet with them about what the man had said.

"This man, Aziz Dhananjay, is going to kill all our children and maybe even our wives, I am sure that is what he meant," Hari said in a sinister voice.

Another brother, Indra, spoke up and replied, "It does not matter what he said as long as we find him first. You will be of no help in your condition, so Kajal and I will find and kill him. Dead men seek no revenge."




Long after dark the two brothers entered Aziz's hotel room with their knives in hand. Like two shadows in the night they quickly and quietly found their way to Aziz's bed.

The knives soon flashed in the light of the hotel's street sign as they stabbed the figure in the bed below them.


Suddenly they stopped when the light in the room came on! There stood Aziz, and his friend Kimtuu, properly dressed and ready for battle.

Nunchucks whirled, bodies bounded through the air, and the sound of fist against bone was heard.

Eventually both of the attackers were tossed off the bedroom balcony and into the trash dumpsters below. They both limped away covered in blood and rotting food.

Aziz looked at Kimtuu and said, "It is good that we are leaving in the morning, the plans that we have made are best carried out in our own city.


The two men checked out of the hotel early the next morning and Aziz left a forwarding address, you know, should some packages arrive that needed forwarding.


As Aziz and Kimtuu stepped off the train they were greeted by Ghulam-Twann.

"Have the preparations been made, my son?" asked Kimtuu.

Twann replied, "Yes Father, just as Sahib instructed over the phone. The men will arrive in the morning for the meeting."

Then Aziz asked, "And what of the funeral?"

"It shall be held in two days time; it shall begin at your house and shall end at the river, Sahib."

"That is good," Aziz replied. "I want to thank both of you for your help in this difficult time.

How is my wife doing?"

"There is much sorrow in her eyes, Sahib, but she has shed no tears this morning."

Aziz shook his head as a sign of understanding, then stepped into the waiting Taxi.


The arranged meeting took place the next day, just as planned. Only the invited men, Aziz, and Kimtuu were allowed in the drawing room for the meeting; no tea was ordered.

It was a brief meeting, maybe 20 minutes long, if that. And when it ended the men left out the back and through the servant's door.

The next day was the funeral and it was beautiful in its own way.

The long procession of candle-bearers, the great funeral fire, and the single candle-boat floating along the river; then disappearing into the darkness. Many tears were shed.




Several days have passed and we find Aziz and Kimtuu in the drawing room, they are discussing a business venture when the phone rings.

Twann answers it and then brings the phone to Aziz.

"Hello, --- yes. It is done then? --- Good.

Aziz replaced the phone's receiver back on the hook.


Kimtuu inquires, "Are all three still alive?"

"Yes," replied Aziz.

Kimtuu smiled a faint smile and asked, "So the trap worked well?"

"Yes, very well thanks to you," Aziz stated.

"Did they seem surprised?"

Aziz again replied, "Yes, they entered our little trap by way of the garden. They brought a gun this time, but the element of surprise did not give them time to use it."


Kimtuu took a sip of tea and stared out the window for a while, then he asked, "What will become of them?"

Aziz replied, "Yesterday they were given a drug with their meal. That drug has left them with little of their memories; only a few nameless faces will haunt their dreams.'

"Do they know that they are brothers?" Kimtuu asked.

Aziz answered, "No, not as of this morning."

Kimtuu looked puzzled and asked, "Well what now?"

"Today they are on their way to a mountain monastery where I was redeemed.

Those men hearts will change, or they will live in poverty and isolation for the rest of their days. 



D. Thurmond / JEF  ---  07-22-2017

© Copyright 2018 D. Thurmond, aka, JEF. All rights reserved.

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