The Stregita Forge

THE XEDOUS

Dastan Larakhi was a man of Persian and Pakistani Descent. An odd man for words and a book enthusiast. He describes the Early stages of his Life as he is now old and is at the end of the road which started 60 years ago.
                 
                      I was a young lad back then, when the trees were free of chains and my country was far from the corrupt. I'm a Simple Man. I always was but some of my dreams weren't that simple back then. I wanted to be rich have some fortune , was tired of the life in Balochistan . Well yes ! I am a Balochi I was born there , I love the Land and I'm quite fond of it. It's not like it was back in the 70s. All of those Afghan Millitants , Drone Attacks. My God ! Allah Please save our children from such misery. Anyways as I was saying . I had a passion for things far beyond which I could afford. Now then my father was a Shepard and our financial situation was just ok at that time. I always loved to read books , especially romantic Novels they always used to make me curious about the opposite gender. Long story short . A man came to my village , a tall handsome man with short hair and quite dark complexion was he of . Now he told my Father to get me Educated.  My father took this as an Insult . As he thought of his son useless so that he recommended me to get him education. He tried to scare the man with rifles and guns . Now the  man told him to calm down and told him that he saw a spark in this child. He saw something different and he could pay for all of his education , if he were to . Now my father gave it a thought and gave him only one condition. It was for me to go along with him . The man agreed , Now I started crying as I didn't want to leave that night I slept beside my Mother as I was going to miss her . The next day the man came and picked me up I gave a sight to my village and off we went
          [ 6 years Past By ]

     Now I was 17 , those days I was with Mr. DusKand , my mentor , my teacher , my saint . I had a very close bond with him over the years. My days were spent In  lahore , Mostly. Used to visit Home sometimes. But avoided it due to Aba Jan's Lectures. My Examinations were about to happen I finished them , A day before Eid. Later, on the Results came quite shocking and I didnt except to do so well. The same year I got a Scholarship for Bristol,Uk. I availed the opportunity and took my first flight to Europe.  I was extremely excited about my trip there. I had all of these pictures. In my mind from the Hollywood Movies of England. My  Flight took 15 hours. I couldn't reply when I saw an Air hostess for the First time. It was like I saw a Hoor from Heaven . She gave an eerie stare at me and went away. Anyways , we reached Istanbul,Turkey in the Middle of our journey.  I was about to get on the other flight. Suddenly , I saw a women veiled in a Scarf , wearing black goggles as she might be of bureaucracy . She was fair as  Milk and her hair Black as Night. She had a beautiful a Irish Accent . But she was of Turkish descent as I analysed. There were 15 mins in flight to i went to my seat . Fastened the seat belts and went deep into slept . Now when I heard the Plane Landing . I saw some of the officers entering the plane and searching for someone. They had taken there pistols out and were aiming towards the women well I wasnt shocked , thought of it as a Ritual for the West. I thought they were impressing the Women. After they did the Checking , they went away except the fat officer with the short Chaplin moustache. He asked me for my passport for which I replied here ya go sir in a thick Pakistani accent . He asked so were in India are you from ? I replied I'm from Pakistan. You're all the Same Trouble Makers He said . Now get out a me sight or I'll give you a Smack . That was the first encounter for me on racism. To which I was new anyways got used to it. The first view I got for Europe was as If i came to Heaven
.Extremely beautiful women , the lush greenery and the well planned infrastructure. Well not all of It was beauty excluding the bare slums . Anyways I was rather looking at the street confused. I didn't know where to start. I started searching for the university I applied for . I stated at 1:23 exactly and found the place at midnight . Getting fooled by the locals Bristol was a Hell.
When I reached the main entrance of the OXFORD University. Yes yes ! I graduated from oxford in Philosophy. I got shocked to see the gates they were as Elite as Nothing Else. I raised my chest up entered the Corridor and found a fellow Indian security guard who was rather of age . "Beta kia challa ae" he said in a Bihari Accent. Well he admired my urdu Although it was terrible as for a Balochi. I got to my Hostel . Something was off about the place . Was a Dark sort of vibe along with some deep silence. Like no one had ever set feet in this place. I saw a small person an average height of a 1 year old , weeping through the side of the Door which I entered I rose my hand out of my pockets and went to turn the door aside . No!No! U fool ! A Hectic Shout came from my back I looked . It was the Hostel Attendant.  All in Sweat and his face red. He was an Irish Man with a Thick *( Dublin accent ). Looking at me with one eye closed . Telling me to step away immediately.  The man threw a shovel back my head And I fainted later on I was found on a street robbed by local Gangsters. I was without a Penny helpless as a needy sparrow . I weeped and weeped. Later on I came to know it was an abandoned house I stepped in and the gangsters planned all of this accordingly.  I somehow got to the original University and told them my situation. They said that I couldn't be registered for admission until they got word from the Pakistani Embassy. Now I had no where to go and was helpless. Winter was upon Britain and it was cold . Really cold it reminded me of the shugran mountains in the Northern part of Chitral. A few days past bye I was hungry to death and was lying almost unconscious on the street. When suddenly a Man came to me with water and food . I couldn't see his face clearly. As I was shunned by the light. I somehow managed to drink the Water and take a few bites. Now I could see the mans face clearly.  He had a Natural Beard , fair in Complexion , Middle Eastern Accent and was wearing a Chefs hat. I don't remember but can recall that I would have been a total drunk in that situation. The man yelled backwards. 2 muscular men picked me up and took me into a Reasturant. Upon entering the Resturant. I got a Glimpse on a Girl. Who was rather familiar to me as if I had seen her before. But anyways they dragged me to the end where there was a room with a small bed and it was extremely claustrophobic.  They put me there and a the guy I met earlier came and told me to have more food. But I insisted on not having that as I wanted to get out . Feeling totally embarrassed and stupid of myself . The Guy told me to calm down and sleep . I put my head back to the pillow and with 6 seconds fell asleep. The Next Morning I found myself in an Apartment. Now that was shocking to me as I was shifting between places in an unknown land with complete stranger. I got anxiety attacks , Mood Swings within the next hour. I passed out again this time the Middle eastern guy came to me . Staring in my eyes and smiling. He asked me where was I from ?