The Old Farm House

 Once upon a time in a village  lived a farmer whose name was Allah Deta. You will wonder at this  strange name. He had   every thing an average  villager can dream of. He lived in a great mansion , near to his house, he  had a huge   animal farm ,  which was full of all sort of domestic animals, cows ,  buffalos , chickens , and different  sort of animals including  a dog and a donkey. Out side the farm there was a vast stretch of land , which solely belonged to him. It was because of these possessions people called him Allah Deta. Yet he was not happy , as he could not bear the happiness of his rival Maulla   Bakhash ,who was  a prick in his heart. It  made him so  uneasy, he lost his sleep  ;he used to think about the down fall of his rival so often , made plans to bring ruin upon him. This feud had given much of loss to both of them .  Farmer Allah Deta had lost two dozen hens and a she donkey , while farmer Maulla  Bakhash lost six goats , two dogs and one of his dear ear. Yet no thing could pacify the flame of hatred.

Among his  other farm animals ,there was also a  donkey , who was very solemn , sober and lonely. He did only two things  , the first  to perform his duty and the next to meditate upon the worse conditions of the two farmers. He was very dreary and desolate  , the reason for his loneliness  was his departed wife which he lost in the mutual feud of the two men. The farmer    also had  a dog named Kalu , who was dark and shinning black  but very greedy . He  knew a few  tricks to earn his bread  , the first was to lick the boots of his master , wag his tail at  his approach , rub his face in his feet ,and  bark all the time.

The donkey and Kalu dog were often at quarrel , it was not  the donkey who bullied the dog , but Kalu  so often   jeered at  him and called him dull and headless. One fine day when the donkey came back from city , Kalu as usual barked at him and made a few  jokes . The donkey considered it extreme humiliation . He at once thought to teach a lesson ; no matter he was a donkey , yet  donkey has some self-respect and Kalu has gone too far.

He said  “Do u know why do man call you dog”..? Kalu barked and  proudly replied “ yes , I m so loyal to them ;therefore    they call me dog . I am the symbol of loyalty  among all the animals and man keeps me so close tohimself. I  am such a lovely creature”. Donkey laughed at him and said “You are called dog because no one  among the  animals is  so greedy and flatterer  as you. You  lick his boots , wag your tail, bark for  him and dance  at  his quirks. You are extreme avaricious, even the sight of bone waters your mouth and you lick your tongue  in despair ,if the bone is out of your reach. How can you call yourself the most loyal among  the animals , when you are unfaithful  even to your own race , no - you are a traitor . You are supreme jealous , you cannot tolerate another dog . You hate your specie .You love to fight with your folks .You can never reach a compromise. Your  life starts with a whimper and ends in a  bark.  Have you ever seen  donkeys fighting with each other .We live in dozens in a farm and share our food, enjoy our company and gossip , but never raise a dispute.

Do you ever thought why are you called Kalu ( blacky) .You love this name and  you are proud of it . You are such an idiot , you can’t understand  what does Kalu means. It is symbol of hatred , but you don’t understand . All the names men award to their favorite dogs  are the names  of their  detested enemies and they come fit for their dogs. But you only shake  your tail and bark for long long hours molesting the peace of others. Often you hate your master , but you lick his feet, and   degrade yourself for some gains .if you don’t ,  you will not get the promised bone. You have become too much hypocritical and cunning.. You have been living with men for too long : you have learnt their way of life .You think like them and behave like them. Don’t betray your nature , try to be a good dog . whatever you do you can’t please your master and you will remain a dog , even if you sleep in his chamber. Don’t cut your roots. Look at me I have   my own will and man knows it very well. If I am not willing to do a work . he can’t force me to do it. I have determination . I do what I want to do , this is my nature. I live according to my nature . I know whatever feats I perform, in the end I will remain a donkey . I love my donkey-hood. I don’t want to change it ; this is my identity ; I don’t want to become a  man , I was donkey and I will remain donkey forever. You behave like a sheep, although you are a  dog , why can’t  you simply  become a dog”.

The chickens cackled from a side and said : donkey is donkey, you can’t teach him any thing ; he will remain donkey no matter how much you  preach to him. You are right the donkey replied “ I am not weak like you . I have my own will and determination. I  have understanding , no matter I am called donkey , but I have insight . I am called donkey because I don’t accept their dictates . Look at you ‘ you have no existence at all . you go through pain . you lay eggs for them and in return you get what , mere grains , ha -  you call it life . Is picking grains means life . He lives at your expense , but you never  realise it. He has packed you in  a trash   which you call  house ;in which dozens of  you along with your fragile off springs live and quarrel at a single crumb. Whenever he desire, he slaughters you at his wish . You only quake and make  noise . You can never think nor can you ever do more than it , because you are weak it  and he plucks your feathers as much as he  can”.

  Well . they say donkey is ugly ..I wonder what has happened to man  He is  comparing himself to me. Ha:.. I  have  a big and long face ..yes I have ;and I love it ,and very fine ears .compared to your master’s ugly little ear , with which he can  hardly hear any thing at all. Even when he hears something , it‘s only  his own interest nothing else. And look it your master face, how small and ridiculous , and every thing is jumbled there , yet he calls himself beautiful. Pooh..only self  praiser. Just look at his small eyes .and then at mine marvelous eyes ,there is no comparison . I can see more clearer than him , because mine are at more perfect angle . He has to turn his head every time he wants to see some thing on other side; while I remain in perfect ease. Then who is better I or him. Your master says , donkey has a big mouth ;  has he ever observed his own mouth, a small opening in his face, which can hardly be seen at all,  in which he stuffs   whatever he finds on earth. I have a fantastic mouth but I only eat grass . I don’t kill, I don’t plunder, for me the taste of  fresh grass is better than any thing else. He is ungrateful ,whole range of animals and comforts are at his command , yet he is unhappy and ungrateful.  He says donkey is lazy , man is always in hurry ,I am never. I do my work slowly and permanently. It is the height of extreme selfishness , when an animal   becomes old and weak  , he leaves him  helpless to die. He can only see his own interests , beyond that he is dumb and deaf.

  Your master calls me stupid, and  I have become a symbol of stubbornness and obstinacy .  How jealous he is  . He is  himself  fickle minded , who  changes his mind  without any reason .  I decide only once and then act upon it , no one can  drive me to   deviate. You can never  imagine my greatness, just look at your world , today World is ruled by the policies of donkey

 . The superpowers of today, all the  advanced nations think and follow my stubbornness Can you see how great am I . Can you feel it. They are pursuing my policies ;therefore they   are successful. I don’t listen to anyone , so are they . No cries or wail can change their policies , they pursue it like an honest donkey ; no matter  how much the weak nations of the world bark , but in the end, the donkey wins . Donkey is basically a thinker by nature , and you better observe how quiet I live ; but when I bray then all the sweet dreams are tarnished. Everyone    raises from his  deep slumber , even my great voice can wake the ancient dead  from their tombs .You only bark and bark , all the time , and nobody cares you .I know , all hate my beautiful voice ,but you have to tolerate me . You can’t stop me and I will sing at full throat ,I don’t care either you like me or dislike . I have to do what I need to do. So are your  superpowers ,  the weaker states bark and quarrel all the time , but they  never care . They  give only a  statement which really means some thing and all the world  will have to tolerate it , no matter how deeply  all men  hate them.

 This is  not the end I have been remained the companion of the prophets . There are countless animals but they are only meant for exhibition , only I am the rare specie who really sweats hard. Can’t you remember who accompanied Jesus when he entered the  Jerusalem . It was only I ,not someone else , when  your master  threw palms at my feet, because I was so holy  and sacred then .Now:  have you realized my greatness , my wisdom and my sanctity . Don’t ever try to call me   stupid . Donkey is a peaceful animal , but when stirred , then he must use force . O ... what is this ?. I hear some shots . Look at our farmer, he is shooting  some one . I hate these gun shots and these human beings . Thanks God you have not made me a  man” …