Part
77
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the girls return to brother’s cabin and resigning comfortably on
the sofa in that room tell him all that happened and await for his
reaction. He tells them
that Sharad Kale is a very reliable person and if he has offered to
help you be assured that he will keep his word.
“Now
you arrange for the equipments as Mustaffa returns Sharad will put
that equipment and do the recording.
They
return to their office from the hotel to do their regular office
work. Ibna relaxes in her chair and ponders on how Allah is helping
her. She visualizes that Allah is helping her because she is doing
the right thing. While thinking on that line she casually looks to
her friend and sees that Veena is very busy in her work as if totally
unmindful of all other things. Her dedication to the work on hand
Ibna appreciates and becomes more proud of her. A slight memory of
Shree pass through her mind as well. She remembers all members of
Mahaale family and feels reassured that soon she will be one of that
family. Now she remembers her father and mother and on that becomes
some what solemn, all ideas about they being panelized for her act of
treason by going out of the community and marry a non-Muslim and
above that to embrace Hinduism as her final religion! Ibna becomes
more profoundly engrossed on all those thoughts and at that moment
she realizes that what she, all about to do, is blasphemy as per Arab
conventions. For a while she feels, she is guilty but that was only
for a moment. Her better sense prevails upon that and she argues to
her that when Arab men marry non-Muslims why that is not considered
as blasphemy! That mind revolts and vociferously shouts to her that
Islam is not caring for women, they are treated as property of men,
and on that, it is very clear that in principle women are never
Muslim! Prophet Mohammad treated his many wives caressingly and that
only shows that he was good in keeping his “property” properly,
and nothing else. Women were and are always nobodies and particularly
those women who revolted were crushed by men and that in the name of
Islam! If so, then, why a woman should, at all, bother to worry for
such a partisan religion? Ibna remembers many events those had
happened during her childhood where she had witnessed many gruesome
events. Where revolting women were crushed to death in the most
ghastly ways, they were skinned alive until their dearth! Arabs and
their ghastly religion is believing in terror as the means to
discipline antagonists. Her thoughts took her into the realm where
she was going to be skinned alive if she falls in the hands of Arabs.
Those thoughts frightened her and she came to her senses. She looked
around and had a feeling of great relief as she realizes that she is
far away from her Arabia, right in the middle of Hindu society, where
she has nothing to worry. She began to admire human treatments those
Hindus give even to their enemies. Terrorism is not the way of
Hindus; she became more confident and argued to herself that for all
Arab girls should take to Hindu belief secretly and pray the Hindu
Gods to protect them from the hands of these savage Arabs, people of
Satan, who always talk of Allah but work only for Satan! Terrorism is
the means of Satan and cannot be means of a benevolent God, whom
Arabs call Allah!
Ibna
looks around in renewed belief about her parent religion and wonders
if anybody shall at all accept her revelation about her religion!
Ibna smiles to herself, sees her best friend deeply busy in her work.
What am I doing? Ibna shifts a little to make her comfortable and
looks to some files lying on her desk. All files were cleared by her
and to her surprise finds that there is no work pending of her desk.
“I am surly not going to Arabia”, Ibna whispers to self but that
was rather loud enough to disturb her friend, Veena. Veena looking to
her utters, “What makes you say this?”
“What
did I say?” Ibna utters pretending to be very innocent.
“I
heard you say, I am surly not going to Arabia;” Veena
“Did
I say that? Ibna asks. On that they gleefully begin to laugh.
“Veena,
I was thinking about my fate. For a while I felt that if Arabs find
out about my intentions to marry your brother who is not an Arab,
what they would do to me. All those ideas frightened me for some time
and out of that came my utterances. Did you hear that?”
Yah,
yah, I could hear that very clearly. And I am so happy that you have
made up your mind for my brother, Shree. On hearing that Ibna’s
face began to glow with happiness.
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