By: Fateh Kassab
© 2010-2015 Ali Taha Alnobani rights reserved
Once
upon a time lived a feudal Lord who ruled a vast area of land and
enslaved the people who lived there. He had countless possessions; but
the dearest among them to his heart was a white camel. The camel was
abnormal; it was very big with a huge hump. The camel was like a spoiled
child. It attacked the farmers' fields and orchards and ate and
destroyed every thing in its way. No one dared to stop it or complain,
because complaining meant meeting Ali and that was the last thing the
farmers thought of.
A
young man once suggested that all the men of the village should go to
meet Ali and tell him what his rampaging camel did to their crops. He
also asked them to nominate one of them to speak on the behalf of them
when they go to Lord Ali. The men agreed and gathered in the middle of
the village and moved. On the way they all insisted to nominate the
young man who suggested this. He told them to repeat what he says to Ali
when they arrive there. They walked to the big house where Ali lived.
It was a big house built of red stone. The first floor was for the
servants, the second was for Ali and his wife. When they arrived they
asked a servant to get them a permission to meet the Lord. After a while
they had the permission and entered the hall where Ali was waiting for
them. Ali was a huge man with thick eyebrows and big white teeth, as one
of the men said later. They stood silent for a while, because of the
fear that controlled them. Then Ali suddenly shouted to them" What's the
matter? Speak, don't you have tongues?" the men started leaving one by
one; but the young man didn't feel that. "Your camel master" said the
young man. But no one repeated. He repeated his words again, but he
heard nothing. "What's the matter with my camel lad" shouted Ali with a
voice like a thunder bullet. The young man looked behind him, he found
no one there. He's in a big trouble now. So he quickly said "it is a
lone and that's bad for him, and I think if we got him a female he would
be happier".
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