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this story from another compilation by idries shah,
has me in ecstatic splits since morning,
and so i labour to share it with you:
hariri always tried to behave in as exemplary a manner as possible.
he acquired such a reputation for correct conduct that a certain merchant who had to go on a journey chose him as the obvious person with whom to entrust the welfare of his beautiful slave girl.
But hariri developed a passion for the girl. he went to haddad, his sufi preceptor, and asked him for his advice.
haddad said: 'go to yusuf, son of husain.'
when hariri approached the place where yusuf was to be found,people said:
' do not go near the son of husain, pious man, for he has a bad reputation, is a heretic and a wine drinker.'
not believing this, hariri arrived at yusuf's door, where he saw, sure enough, yusuf was sitting with a young boy and a flask of wine.
hariri at once said to yusuf:
'what is the meaning of this behaviour?'
yusuf said, reading his thoughts:
'i behave like this in appearance, because it prevents people entrusting their beautiful slaves to my keeping.

As Written By Mr. MULLAH ( MY GURU ) in a mail .....
i m just copy pasting it here with all due respect to him

I am thoroughly confused !!!!!!

I never imagined in my entire life that i'll be confused . I've always been the one with strong opinions about everything and hence i always thought i knew everything about the world even in terms of my feeling i always knew what is it that i exactly i feel what is the best course of action in that case .
But lately i've found it increasingly difficult to be sure of anything. Even the words which i want to use in a conversation. I mean i've never been articulate but then i've never found myself short of words ....... but lately ...
I think its the effect of all the abstract thinkng i've been doing. It is the effect of my new found and implemented theory of "everythign is abstract in life." I realise that objectivism is so much part of our life.
But that is not the point. I find myself going back to many memories which i thought i had long buried and its not nostalgia either. The feeling which i get is of satisfaction and peace but then i find yself wishing that they had lasted a little longer. These memories seem like the never ending trekking trails that i m so used to. They never seem to end and then like a new canvas being unfolded you suddenly find yourself atop the mountain that u had been clibing. But what if that trail itself was what u wanted and that the experience of climbing is what mattered to you, wht if u cudnt care less if u reached the mountain ........
To b honest down here i have travelled on many such paths, but i never found someone to walk them with. I have been walking. Walking through many troubled times, many frustrations, many a new starts, I never have found anyone who'd hold my hand and say dont worry i m there if u need help. Soneone who'd be ther by his own choice and not outta pity or obligation or favour of any sorts .......
and unlike the post seems without a central theme or anything specific to tell . I have much to say but i dont know where to start and where to end ......
Start ...... (sigh) starting all over again has become such an integral part of my life .......

i rite this post with teary eyes
hoping for someone to hear my cries
there is much to me than meets the eye
nother drop rolls down i heave a sigh

there is much misery around me
more in mens heart than they see
i feal the fear grippin me
is it them or am i scaring me

look inside your head look inside your heart
look in me look in that childs heart.
there is much to me than meets the eye
nother drop rolls down i heave a sigh.

it seems like a prison i wanna break free
i have grown the wings but where is the key
too this cage ! from

..........i just hope to be set free soon it seems that everyday of this prison fills a litre of poison in my heart ... tho i think of the jailor with all the compassion that ever resided in me but the atrocities cannot b ignored ........ even with all the idealistic bullshit u still feel the pain and that pain sumtime builds so much that u retaliate. Coming to the end of this post i wrote this poem quite impulsively and instictively and which is wht i cant figure out a title for it . i dont wanna name it the cliched titles like my prison or break free i think i m goin to call it the FALLEN STAR since these emotions were very much inspired by the song MAA from taare zameen par