by A Dervish
An Illustrative Episode About Chronology & The Actual Human Situation
“Ten years” seems to be short (although not enough to escape getting into a panic!); to a dog or cat, supposing they had, or needed adaptively, the capacity to be abstract about this, it would be “longer”. [Naml Achmad MaHomat]
The Sufi got in to trouble (“his ass in a sling'” ie) with The Sultan and was about to be decapitated and boiled in oil and drawn and quartered and, then, drowned in a burlap sack in the dye vats. The Sultan was a man notably vain of his horsemanship and his stable. He had a marvellous “high school” horse that also could do tricks, answer question with hoof taps and play up generally.
“Oh, King Of The Age!” cried The Sufi, throwing himself headlong in the dust on hearing his death sentence. “Only give me the mercy of a year more of life, for if you do that, then, oh Master Of The Dawn & Despair Of The NeoCon Kaffirs, I will teach your noble steed to sing like an angel!”
“‘inshAllah!” blared The Sultan, “Only, by God, an a year go by with no accordions, I shall deal with you harshly indeed, on That Day!”
“By God!” declared The Sufi who then was popped into a dungeon and manacled to the wall halfway up to the ceiling.
“Fool!” cackled one of the former sultans, himself now similarly laid by the heels and constrained. “You have only delayed the hour of your death and multiplied its pangs thereby a thousandfold!”
“Hsssht!” answered The Sufi, silencing his tormentor with The Voice Of Command. “Here’s the plan…!”
“Fool! Fool!” crowed the cachetic ex-sultan, “You have no plan!”
“Ah, yes,” answered The Sufi, “But this situation is just like the one with The Halfwit & Global Warming…a year IS a long time. Quien sabe? The horse MIGHT sing! What is important is only this, namely that we NOW have time!”
Whereat in the course of the year, the “wicked” — or at least self-referential — sultan died of an apoplexy of hasheesh and green pears in a rage at watching some Israelis by satellite in his plasma Tee Vee, there was an amnesty and The Sufi unassed that place, hit the grit & cut out for Iowa City!
la Howla wa la quwatta illa bill’abru…as They say….
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[20 Rabi al-Awaal 1432 AH//23 February 2011]