Thursday, 27 November 2014

His-tory!!!



Hafiz who comes from well-known family back in the 17th century believed in one and only one thing. 'Happiness'. Her parents gave her that all through her childhood, and in time as she grew, she understood that religion was an important aspect in her family's life. They worshiped Ala' then (not Allah). This was a god they worshiped to give them security, fertility, peace, wealth. But this was done at the expense of hurting another's happiness, peace and love. Her parents hold grudges of any length, and anyone who gets in their way, was used as a test subject for increasing their fertility and security while posing them as a sacrifice to their god, Ala'.


Hafiz grew in a rather lovely environment, servants lived happy and everyone respected each other equally. Well, so it seemed. Her parents were feared by the servants and anyone who disobeys goes through a difficult life till they die. At 19, Hafiz had a gift, she could hear people's thoughts, she believed wholly in making others happy, and in every thought she heard from others, she helped them even when they couldn't understand how she knew what troubled them. Her parents respected every ritual rites performed by the god Ala' and at 22, Hafiz was to be bathed with blood as she was to be at a mature age to be sacrificed as promised by their parents. On one early Sunday, Hafiz heard the thoughts of her mom and she couldn't bear to be bathed in blood and so she took off to the forests. She was scared as she didn't want to worship any gods. Her parents were angry and every day became dreadful for them, there were days of security breach, days of suffering for them just because they needed to do some ritual rites on their daughter.

In the woods, Hafix discovered she was able to do things she couldn't just because she had the chance to be alone, she was able to speak this particular spirit who called itself Drobis and every time she would talk in different languages with this particular spirit. How she knew about such languages, she couldn't explain. After several months, her parents were consulted by the gods, and the order was for her daughter to be used as a sacrifice or things would get worse for them. A notice was given to the father, and if Hafiz wasn't found, he would die in 2 weeks. Their parents had to follow such ordeal and they set out to look for their kid. While in the forests, Hafiz who was scared of animals was protected by Grobis, she ate her feaces and to her everything felt perfect. According to Hafiz 'I was at ease in the woods, and was able to speak with the spirit like I had been brought up by him. In every sense of withdrawal, in understanding my inner most self, with all the bitter suffering, where my peace was burnt,  I found solitude with my friend, and I was no longer alone.

the spirit, Drobis
the spirit, Drobis


After much search, Hafiz parents found her, with so much torture, with so much more pain inflicted on her, and in between all of this, She said I  knew it was my destiny, to be stripped of everything, everything to which you thought you knew and didn't know by her parents. And to her, it was the most beautiful thing. She was killed and in her last and final words, 'To parents who have kids, love them, you know you do, but make certain they know it. They are precious, let them know. Even in parenthood, wisdom can't be all reared, call on the who you think can give you wisdom, as long as my blood is washed down to earth, I breath, in my eyes, heart and soul, it is just the beginning'.

History is a bunch of lies or tales told by his story/her story. A touching lie accepted by so many, neglected by those who knows the truth. History, lies that has been bent to save one's life, or to make worthy for the world to respect. History, a story told by his, or he's telling a story has become a word we use every now and then, but how true are they?. Plato said 'poetry is nearer to vital truth than history'. Hafiz story can either be accepted or rejected, but a tale told by her'story today.

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