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Winning Hearts, Losing Land
By Maqbool Ahmed Siraj
Kandhala is a small town in Mewat which is now part of Haryana state. Once it so happened that a piece of land became a bone of contention between two persons. One was a Hindu and another belonged the Muslim community. Efforts were made from the two sides to settle the dispute amicably. Nothing worked. They took the dispute to a court where an Englishman was the judge. As soon as the case was filed in the court of the then British India, the Muslim litigant declared that if he won the case, he would build a mosque on the plot of the land. Not to remain behind, the Hindu gentleman too announced construction of a temple, if the case was settled in his favour. The two announcements set the passion aflame. The fight over a piece of property now became a point of dispute between two communities. Rival claims aroused the sentiment and the administration felt that peace was under grave threat. Looking at the sensitive nature of the dispute, the English judge sought advice from a large number of people from both the communities in the town. Since saner people wanted peace to prevail they briefed the judge about the history of the area and the land under litigation.

The Hindu wisemen of the town asked the judge to consult a Muslim saint whom they trusted. The Muslims too agreed with the proposal and endorsed the choice. But they expected the Muslim divine to support the Muslim side as the Muslim party to the dispute had declared his intention to build a mosque on the piece of land. The judge agreed to call the old saint to the court on the next date of the argument. Meanwhile, there was jubilation in the Muslim camp. The Hindus maintained patience even though a large number of them had fears in their heart. The two sides waited the next phase of the case with bated breath.

A large crowd gathered at the court on the due date. The Muslim saint who knew the area as the back of his hand, appeared on the scene. In the packed court, the judge asked him about the ownership of the plot. The saint declared that he had always known it to be the property of the Hindu gentleman. The English judge wanted to know if the Hindus could build a temple on the piece of the land. The old man said: “It is his (Hindu gentleman's) property and it is up to him to do whatever he wants, construct a temple or his own house.”

The English judge asked the court to issue the title deed of the land in favour of the Hindu gentleman. The judge also wrote his remark: “Though Muslims have lost the case, Islam has won”.

Even as the Muslims were shocked with the verdict, the Hindus came forward and declared their intention to dedicate the piece of land for construction of a mosque with their own funds and to enter the fold of Islam.

The saint was none other than Mufti Elahi Baksh Kandhalvi who was a disciple of great saint Shah Abdul Aziz Dehlavi.
Moral: Truth always triumphs.


FAQs about English
Are there words that contain the letter 'q' without a 'u' following it?

There are very few words in which q is not followed by u, and all but one have reached English from other languages:

qazi - a Muslim judge

qanat - an irrigation channel

qasida - an Arabic or Persian poem

qawwal - a qawwali devotional singer

qawwali - Muslim devotional music

qibla - the direction towards Makkah

qigong - a Chinese system of physical exercises

qin - a Chinese musical instrument

qintar - a monetary unit of Albania


qwerty - the standard layout of typewriters and keyboards
suq - an Arab market or market-place, a bazaar

tariqa - the Sufi method of spiritual learning

Is there a word which describes the fear of Friday the 13th?

The word you are looking for is triskaidekaphobia. The literal meaning is 'superstition about the number thirteen', but it is also used by extension to describe 'fear of Friday the 13th'.

Are there any words that rhyme with orange?

Orange is one of those words that famously has nothing perfectly to rhyme with it. The other one is silver.

What is the collective term for a group of cats?

The most commonly cited collective term for cats is clowder.

How do you describe a person who does not eat meat, but eats fish?

The word demi-vegetarian appears in our file with the sense 'a person who eats fish but not meat', but this is not obvious as the meaning of the term, and some self-styled 'demi-vegetarians' may eat poultry and avoid only red meat.


Snails
A snail can slide over a razor blade without being hurt!

The Ghana Tiger Snail is the largest land snail and can grow up to 30cm. Discovered in 1976, the largest land snail recorded weighed in at 2 pound and was 15 inches long.

Heliculture is the science of growing snails for food.

Escargot (French) is an edible snail, especially one prepared as an appetizer or entree. Snails are both male and female and they produce sperms and eggs at the same time. However, to fertilize the eggs, snails still need to exchange genetic material with a partner.

(courtesy: amusingfacts.com)


Safih and the Camel Market
By Nigar Ataulla
Safih lived in Sudan and owned three camels. His main source of income was to take tourists who came from other far away lands to Sudan, on camel rides. He earned a meagre sum from this during the winter season, when tourists flocked to Sudan. But this little money kept him and his family healthy and happy. Safih had named his camels, Caffe, Casibh and Casia. These camels loved Safih as much as he loved them. He took good care of them and the three camels walked around freely around his house during the day and in the night, they slept In a warm room built by Safih for them.

One winter morning, Safih spotted a caravan of camels setting off from Sudan. He rushed to find out what it was all about. There he met Khalili, his old friend at the town tea shop. Khalili too owned two camels. Safih asked Khalili where the camels were being taken. Khalili said, “ There is a rich camel trader in the town of Birqash in Egypt. He wants to buy the camels and he will then sell these camels to whoever wants to buy them for meat to butchers. Each camel is being sold for 5000 Egyptian pounds. Get your camels Safih, this is a golden opportunity to make money. I am taking my camels on a 40 day journey to Egypt. Come soon.”

Safih thought for a while about his family. They lived in a mud hut, his wife had to bake bread everyday on hot coal, had to fetch water from a long distance and his little son, Souqi went to the village school and not the town school since Safih could not afford the expenses. Suddenly, a thought flashed across his mind. “ If I sell my three camels for 5000 pounds each, I will have lots of money, with this I can build a brick house, buy lots of bread everyday from the market and my wife can sell it in the village, then my son can go to the town school. I can set up my own tea shop.”

Next morning at dawn break, Safih told his wife that he was setting off to Birqash n Egypt with his camels on the long 40 day journey. He told her about his plans to sell his camels and how the money would help them to live more comfortably. While Safih's wife loved the camels, the thought of so much money made her too agree with her husband's plan. So off went Safi with Caffe, Casibh and Casia on the long 40 day journey from Sudan to Egypt and one day reached Birqash, a noisy, crowded, dusty town, 40 kms from Cairo. It was a Friday and the Souq-al Gamal, the main camel market was held here. Many camel traders from Aswan and Sudan were haggling with fat, bulky Arab camel brokers over the prices of camels. They were almost screaming at each other. Safi saw that all the camels had their one leg folded and tied up, so that they could not run away. Another bunch of camels were being carted on to a truck. The Arab camel seller was hitting the poor camels on their backs and legs with sticks. One camel who did not want to get on to the truck was pulled by its tail, mud thrown into its mouth and eyes. The poor animal finally surrendered to its tormentors' torture and got onto the truck. The camels in the trucks would go to various places from Birqash and God alone knew what would be their fate. The camels stood the whole day on one foot, looking helpless. Some of them bled from the nose as their owners beat them mercilessly. Safih also saw that the rich Arab camel traders sat on the stone benches drinking tea and smoking sheesha, while there was no water hole for the camels.

At sunset, all the traders camped in the camel market. Safih found a narrow stone bench. He put his camels by his side and went off to sleep, hoping to sell his camels the next day. Safih had a dream that night.

An old man in a white cloak, a flowing silver beard and a shining face appeared in his dream. He said: “Safih, where have you come? Do you not know that God blessed you with three camels and with their help you, your wife and son have a good meal every day. These camel merchants here have forgotten that Prophet Muhammad (Pbuh) had a camel. How well he took care of the camel, he never allowed anybody to ill treat their camels. He advised his companions never to hurt even a bird chick from its nest. The Prophet loved his camel and all other animals too. Look how these greedy men here are treating their camels… beating them, torturing them, tying up their one foot. Oh son, do not put your faithful camels to this torture for a bag of gold. Go back home with your camels. Your bread will taste better if you are happy with the small money you earn by keeping your camels with you”.

Suddenly, Safih woke up hearing the Azaan for the dawn prayers from the mosque. He rubbed his eyes and thought of the dream. He looked at his camels and broke down in tears. Hugging them and packing a sack full of fodder for them, he left the camel market in Birqash and set off on his journey back to his home. He did not fear the long journey again back home. He was happy and in peace now. Caffe, Casibh and Casia would live with him in his mud hut. Next winter, tourists would arrive in Sudan and his camels would go for the rides. He decided never to trade his loving camels for a pot of gold.

He did not know who the man was who came in his dream. But he know that God willed it this way and so that is how Safih returned back home and he lived happily ever after with his camels, wife and son.