The Meer Caravan

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

This is a story from a long time ago, when even compasses were not even invented, this is about a time caravans used to travel. Abdul and his son, Ali were residents of Hanglaj, Baluchistan. They used to travel from Hanglaj to Rajasthan via Cholistan and back to hometown it was their route.This story is about their destination and how Ali became the bravest child in the town.

This is a story from a long time ago, when even compasses were not even invented, this is about a time caravans used to travel. Abdul and his son, Ali were residents of Hanglaj, Baluchistan. They used to travel from Hanglaj to Rajasthan via Cholistan and back to hometown it was their route.

 

 The young Ali was a very observant child, he always used to ask questions from his father about desert, trails, people, camels…. he discussed how does the caravan trains run in the deserts, to their destinations.

At that time, they used to reach destination in twelve days, means one way consumed twelve days and used to rest for three days and start their voyage back to home. At the age of seven, Ali started accompanying and assisting his father, after the death of his mother. Every time Ali glued with his beloved dad. They spent less than a week at their homes and kept running caravans back and forth. In the meantime. Ali used to learn many things day by day. Abdul said, desert is an open book for learning. If you have eyes, use them and keep observing things during travel. 

 

Time passed fastly, at the age of ten, Ali with his father were on expedition, a deadly heat wave hit the desert of Rajasthan and at that moment Abdul’s Caravan was in middle of dry desert of Rajasthan, suddenly Abdul started feeling very hot and he didn't even ask for water, as they went a little further, he sat down, took deep breaths and drank some amount of water, he was sweating badly, suddenly he collapsed. Ali tried to save him, but he passed away, then Ali buried his father with weeping eyes in the desert and kept some stones around it and said farewell to his beloved father with heavy heart, but caravans do not wait for anyone. 

 

The people of the Caravan were much worried and said “We all came on Abdul’s responsibility and he just passed away now, we are lost in middle of nowhere, with expensive goods, we are going to die here”. The people were shouting and crying “Everyone please don’t panic; I am going to take all of you out from here and back to your hometown’. Said Ali. Although I am feeling very sorrowful on losing my father, I will keep his promise and responsibilities.

 

Now Ali recalled all of his observations and answers of his questions, that he asked to his father about running the Caravans. Once his father told him that follow the directions and movement of the sun or tracking the footsteps of camels of caravans that passed earlier, while in the night time, keep deciding your way, by watching stars.

 

 Ali gathered all the people and goods and aligned the camel trail and started moving with courage and devotion. They moved all the day till dusk. The dimming lights were on edges of skies, Ali wanted to move faster to coverup the time they lost in day. Suddenly air started blowing and, in few minutes, the clear sky vanished and dark clouds covered up the humongous desert. The guiding stars were visible before, but now fearful darkness engulfed the whole desert. 

Ali commanded the Caravan people to halt and settle down and made the camels sit because if any storm comes, they will be sacred of lightning and will run away. Ali sat by a rock and started crying and remembering his father, suddenly he fell asleep. He saw his father in his dream, he was saying…

 

“Ali my son, do you remember once, I told you that whenever there’s a storm in night time, watch the camel’s eyes and their neck movement, whichever direction they see, that will be the right way and if they stop moving so it means that there is a danger nearby. Ether it is a danger of a storm or a danger of lightning, then stop the whole Caravan”. Ali woke up and went to see the camel’s eyes and found that they were calm and looking toward south west, again and again, then he asked the Caravan to start moving again and despite of darkness and cloud covered skies, Ali rescued the caravan…. bells in the necks of camels made a strong sound like saying that no one could stop the courageous people in their combat the hurdles of life.

All the night he walked on the dunes of sand without wasting time and after few hours he shouted, ‘’Hey, look there are minarets of a mid-way city!” They catched the time and arrived in town, where they stayed for hours and refilled water and food and started their journey toward their destination. The time ran fast, whenever camels sat down the Caravan sat down and the young guide took his responsibility and reached his destination two days early by saving time due to night time movement.

 

Ali reached his hometown Hanglaj. People from the Caravan and their families were very happy and praised him and he was called “The bravest child in our town” and he grew up as “Ali Meer Caravan” the most famous Caravan guide of his era, in their area.

 

Courage and fearless efforts will certainly bring success in lives.

Copyright © 2021. Wafa Abbas 6S. All rights reserved


Submitted: May 27, 2021

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