On my way to the mosque : part three.

On my way to the mosque at dawn: episode 3

Dawn seemed to dispatch shimmering rays over the whole tranquil area,bestowing its golden path. The sky,filled with blended tones of rosy pinks and sandy yellows,has softened to a blue,and the clouds were blushed like a ripe mango. The stones over the clean wet soil were glistening here and there like gold. A subtle way to welcome a new day at which the earth seemed to rejoice. A day to be savoured instead of squandered.
The roasters,as if they were vying for a place in The Voice,did not seem to concede that they had overacted. In their rush to gain a footing in the reality t.v singing competition,they had neglected to practise enough. Their arrangement came across a cacophony instead of entertaining music.
Mr Hechmi,faithful to his status of early riser,stood there with the door of his house strangely left ajar. He has always commanded his family to slam it and even latch it. I remember he once almost repudiated his wife for leaving it unfolded and I and a clique of advanced in years people,like UN envoys,had to intercede to deter the conflict.
He was not,as usual,talking to his obedient donkey. It seemed one trifling circumstance upset his calculations as scraps and shreds of thoughts were swarming in his brain.
-Is the world topsy-turvy  ? He did not greet me and did not even pay it back when I did.
-What do you rave about ? said I confusingly.
He at first looked inquiringly then gave a prolonged yawn,opening his mouth as widely as possible then ,in a fit of ungovernable fury,wrathfully stormed : Could you buy that ?
-Buy what ? Are you delirious ?
-Good God ! I swear, bringing out the embryo of his brain-teaser, I have just witnessed a male cat mating another of his genre !!! -Female ones were there around him looking inquisitively. -What is going on ? Good God ,a stupid,senseless,worthless,spiteful,ailing,horrid beast,not simply useless,but doing actual mischief.
I looked at him with a condescending smile of compassion then thought I hit the right pitch,something he enormously elates at hearing when I asked :- Do you expect the poor lad to pay that hefty dowry,that customary bride price requirement ? -Could he afford a decent nest for his spouse ? Would her parents approve of him ? I thought I even knocked him down when I added with that gay marriage going on whether he could have other alternatives. He then felt a sudden,intense,indescribable relief. A load was lifted from his aching shoulders. He even almost peed himself laughing. A laughter that though it was impudent as well as cringing ,it betrayed evident uneasiness.
Before he banged his door and got on his donkey who did not seem to concord with such escapades,he looked at me with an amalgame of admiration,for my acerbic wit at what he says facility to get to the core of any questions,and skepticism that rapidly morphed from confused to stunned to delighted and retaliated: the story of cats mating will hence make you laugh until your stomach hurts ......

*** To be followed up in case you seem to find any interest in what I produce and solely in case you have no other fish to fry.....
Faithfully yours,

***Uncle Louheb.