The opaque smog on Mohammedali road was almost choking the biped species on earth…
The loudspeaker just finished the Azaan…. & Zumzum Daseer rolled his pathani sleeves up as his strong arms needed to be active….his clean,strong yet creative hands had always created order. The talisman resting on his chest was glowing & enhancing his stature which looked imperfect without his Jinaah cap.
Greetings all across as he took his stride…but somehow the legs experienced fatigue now…was it the heat or his wrinkles….anyways the Sena guys had to be spoken to before it was too late.
The unfamiliar faces grew in number & the Sena office seemed never so far….the school fees had to be paid…he had promised ….& the dilapidated wall to be mend…the alms were arranged…the sound of Azaan grew louder…but it had just finished….an ethereal aroma filled him….it was Ka’ba his roots….a drop which was sent had to return back…he never felt so much of peace as the holy water stretched her arms for union…he looked like a child in his mother’s arms….he was drenched now…in love…in Zumzum.

This post is a tribute to a divine soul who lived for others & created a Ka’ba wherever he went….We miss you on earth…..