The Miracle of Murad"

 

"The Miracle of Murad"


 Our sleep is never complete; we are always restless, and our hearts ache," Shah Jahan heard this prophecy with joy and embraced it.

"These are your miracles. You are very kind, and my heart is at ease. May Allah bless you, your words are meaningful," Ilyas prayed and left.

A beggar shouted one afternoon and set up an ornate clock in front of the distinguished mansion. I was busy releasing pigeons. I turned my attention towards the sound and sent a servant to invite him.

"Come, sir, come inside, have a meal," I said, constrained by my compassionate and God-fearing nature.

"Mirad, sir, how are you? You are the one who took care of your house's donkey. He was a donkey, is a donkey, and always wants to be a donkey," Ilyas replied politely as if he were tied to his chest.

"People never tire of praising you. Your behavior is legendary," Shah Jahan said with a whisper.

"Our kids' chuckling reverberations in the Murad House; I responded, "It is the result of people's prayers and their reward for your kindness."

The evening descended, the lamps were lit, and the ghazal began. It was a bit late for the bells on my feet to ring, and my melodious voice intoxicated Shah Jahan. Overwhelmed by a surge of emotions, he began to speak, "We will bring your child into our marriage with great joy." Due to his weak age, he couldn't stay conscious for long, becoming estranged from the world and its affairs.

As the gathering at the mansion continued, Murad hugged the clock, and as was his habit, he loudly proclaimed, "Whoever gives, be it good or bad, whoever doesn't give, be it good or bad."

The end


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