Jalal's Diary

Jalal's Diary : Part 1

Hey diary,

This is Jalal-ud-din Mohammad, the emperor of Hindustan. That is, if you don't already know me. Well, I don't know why I started writing to you. But then, I am an emperor, and they do have secrets right?...I can share them with you. I have Ruqaiya to share them all, but still, some secrets should remain secret.

Now, let me tell you what all happened today. So that, you know me better. Nothing much interesting, just a bit of investigation and judgement.

I had gone to offer namaaz at a mosque with Khan Baba, and a few of other officials. I went in, offered my prayers and came back. It is then that I saw that my jootis were missing. Khan Baba told me to get new ones and move on, but according to me, wearing a Shehenshah's jootis is no less than a crime. And so, I demanded a full- fledged investigation. Every entrance to the mosque was closed and every single person checked. Finally, I stepped in.

I told everybody present there that, today was the day when my habit of adding scent to my jootis, would be of help. My Khan Baba always kept asking me this. The one who would have done this gustaakhi would have that smell on his hands. Alas! This was the point where the culprit was caught. There he was, trying to smell his hands. I was right behind him, talking to another poor fellow, who seemed to be scared out of his brains. Afterall, he was being accused of stealing the shehenshah's jootis. He ought to be scared! I turned back in a flick, caught the culprit by one hand, and held my dagger at his throat by the other.

Poor fellow! His shivering could easily be perceived by the onlookers. He begged me to forgive him as this was his first mistake, and all that blabbering that every culprit does. And you know how generous I am! I forgave that poor fellow.....and even gave him my jootis. Afterall, why would Jalal wear them after being worn by someone else? But you know what....I took something away from him. His legs...........................Every crime has a punishment...and....Jalal does not believe in mercy....

Anyways, I think now you know me better. I'm Jalal, better known as Jallad....and also, a heartless.

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I forgot to tell you, diary, I'm away from home these days. Not that I miss it. Afterall, an emperor is safer, when away from home. I've heard that the closest ones give the deepest wounds. Maybe, that's the reason I never allowed anybody to come close to my heart. Other than Badi Ammi, Khan Baba and Ruqaiya, maybe. But then, I'm anyway heartless. So, no point talking about my heart or people associated with it.

Lets leave that, diary. I'm here near Rajputana, just at the borders of the Mughal Sultanate. Inshallah! One day this beautiful land will also be mine. With these hopes, I bid farewell to you. All my adventures in Rajputana will be told to you without fail.

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Thank you. :)