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A Short Story of the Enlightenment

A Short Story of the Enlightenment

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Published by Samet Faruque
Dear Reader, This is a short story that I wrote a few days ago. If you find a bit of enlightenment reading this, I shall consider my work a profound success. 
Wishing you all the Best, Author. Yr 10, 2010. Australia.
Dear Reader, This is a short story that I wrote a few days ago. If you find a bit of enlightenment reading this, I shall consider my work a profound success. 
Wishing you all the Best, Author. Yr 10, 2010. Australia.

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The Enlightenment
Written by Samet Faruque
Dear Reader,This is a short story that I wrote a few days ago. If you find a bit ofenlightenment reading this, I shall consider my work a profound success.
 Wishing you all the Best,Samet, Yr 10, 2010. Australia.
I
t never rained in winter. But you would have loved the weather in Abu Dhabi.The sun would shine brightly, but without the intensity of summer. During such atime, the gardens of Samet·s Mansion would be like a lush paradise. Its likenesswas the Hanging Gardens of ancient Babylon, being a pearl in the midst of thearid desert, a wonder of the ancient world. During the day, men wearing longwhite robes would be working in the garden, perfecting it with picturesqueflowers, accumulated from all around the world. Women with veils would do allthe sweeping and dusting of the mansion. The entire scene was that of peace,serenity, and the song of birds.You may have thought that the master of the mansion was a jolly old man asbright and sanguine as the place. But you couldn·t have been more wrong.Samet was a billionaire, and he was out of ideas of what to do with his money.Samet had nothing to look forward to, nothing to make him want to live, and nopurpose in life. He was a lost, deserted being, lonesome in the wideness of theworld.What was the use of the gardens, luxuries, and all the splendours and grandeursof life? Nothing. What was the point of existence? Nothing. Why did manstruggle to get a better life, when there will always be problems? Life had lostit·s meaning for Samet, and he was terribly depressed.
 
When Samet woke up that day, he got up with a sudden plan of action. Did itever happen to you that you woke up with a very good idea? This wasn·t anyexception.¶I thank Allah for this idea, for it greatly uplifts my mood· thought Samet, as hefound himself planning to spend the day disguised as a normal man, to examinepeople·s lives and learn from it. With such a plan came a vigour and zeal as hehad not felt for many years, and the purposelessness of life left himmomentarily.¶Shams· called Samet. ¶Come immediately!·Shams was the housekeeper of the mansion, and he came running, so surprisedwas he to listen to the new tone in his master·s voice.¶Today, I would like you to bring me a false beard, some false eyebrows, andsome ordinary clothes.·¶Sir?·¶Just do as I say.·A flabbergasted Shams left, worried about his master·s sanity.At last, after some confused looks from the attendants of the mansion, andsome hasty words of explanation, the master left for the local bazaar. To seewhat he could see, and learn what he could learn.But, as you might have guessed, for Samet the market proved to be a place ofwonder and awe. Never could anyone in the Bazaar have guessed that by seeingthe normal stream of life, and the daily activities of the people of the world,the enlightenment of Samet began.As he walked in awe and wonder, he saw a poor child, in ragged clothes, laughingand skipping. To him, it appeared as one of the purest forms of joys seen on thisearth. Even as Samet watched, deep in his mind, the image of his childhoodstirred.And even as he thought, his senses stirred. For all the smell around him, all thehustle and bustle about him, took him back to the realms of his own childhood,when he and his sister had played this game. This child was mirror to a world

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