All that glitters

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Religion and Spirituality  |  House: Booksie Classic
Sometimes in life purity of heart and conscience are more important than wealth or luxury. One has to make the right choices.

Submitted: March 30, 2011

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 All That Glitters
 
The molded dough felt sticky and soft as I thumped it with my fists. The sweat that rolled down my forehead stung my eyes, but I smiled happily at my four year old. He stood laughing and pointing at a small bird on the willow tree beside us. His eyes shining like lamps of hope in the darkness of the future. The humming of an engine brought me to reality and I turned my head to see Master’s car roll up into the drive. The driver’s door clunked open and my smartly dressed employer swiftly made his way to the mansion’s door. This man was my inspiration, the future of my son. He represented success, happiness and wealth…
The dinner was usually served late as Master had to take some rest after work. I along with the other servants, set the table with lavish dishes and silver cutlery. Around ten o’clock Mehrun, Master’s only child, came for dinner and was joined later by her father. The two ate in peace, hardly talked and of course looked perfectly contented to me. Everything from the steam roasted beef to the lime grass tea left me in awe. ‘I want all this!’ my insides screamed, ‘but how?’
I watched serenely as Sameer, my son, recited the Arabic verses loudly behind his Qari (teacher). He looked so lost and unaware of all that happened around him. According to tradition, I had to put him to learning and understanding Quran. However, I still wondered what it was that Master did to become so well off and I knew that there was only one way to find out.
“Mehrun baji…” I gathered my courage and whispered as I oiled Mehrun’s hair.
“What is it bibi?” She asked casually, her fingers moving electrically on her cellphone’s keypad.
“Well… I wanted to ask you something… If you don’t mind,” My heart was picking up pace.
“Ermm… Go ahead, what is it?” Mehrun hesitated but nodded.
“I want to make my son Bara saith (big man). I want him to be like Saab jee (Master). Successful, wealthy…” I paused here to let her speak, when she did not, I went on, “I thought you’re smart so you’d know.”
“Oho Bibi that’s no big deal, anyone can be a big man if they work hard and get education.” Mehrun laughed as if it were very obvious, “Send him to school!”
School…
 
The next week was spent was spent in the effort of getting Sameer admission into the city school. I stopped the Qari from teaching him Quran and sent him to school instead. When the Qari argued, I replied matter-of-factly, “Qari Sahib, in this World the Quran is not useful! For success Sameer needs proper education and so Sameer began primary education and as before he remained unaware of all that happened around him. I made Master his role model and inspiration, telling him, “If you study hard you’ll get gaarian (cars) like Saahib jee.”
One night as usual I took a glass of water to Mehrun’s room to be taken by her personally to her father’s room. I found her sleeping soundly in her bed and decided to take it myself instead. I soflty opened the white door of Master’s room, and gingerly held the glass in my other free hand. The sight that caught my eye was to be framed in y memory forever. Master lay on his bed, fully dressed, with a bottle of wine in one hand and a cigar in another, lost in his empire of power. Right then I pictured my son in place of him, wealthy, perfect, well off and completely spoilt. I shut the door at once and ran down to my quarter but my heart kept racing the whole night through.
After that night, my heart made a conviction, I would never as long as I lived, allow my son to turn into that. So despite of, Mehrun’s constant disapproval, I withdrew my son from school and placed him back into the hands of God. He would learn the Quran and understand it. He may not be able to get gaarian (cars) like Sahib but he would still be the bright life of our future, not a monster of the World…


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