Short Story: Winter, extends into Spring, this year, at the Mullah's

At least the Mullahs cat was warm on their bed
@innertalks (23736)
Australia
September 24, 2020 6:40pm CST
Winters in the village where the Mullah (Nasruddin) currently lives can be very cold, but as soon as the winter ended, and spring starts, the weather usually improves, and becomes a bit milder. On the very first day of Spring, the Mullah's wife, Fatima, changed all of the bedding, on their king-size bed. She had a faddish, a compulsion to spring-clean, as soon as spring had begun. This year was no different. She removed the thick flannelette sheets, the extra blankets, and the doona, as well. She washed all of these, and packed them away in her linen cabinet, until next winter. Coming from a much hotter climate than which the Mullah himself did, she really hated the extra weight of these heavy blankets on top of her, as she slept. She was glad to get rid of them as soon as was possible. This spring, though, just happened to be having the coldest start in the recorded weather charts, so far in his district. It was as if winter had been extended. This did not stop the Mullah's wife from doing what she had done though. She placed on the bed just a pair of thin cotton sheets, and a thin quilt, and the quilt was mainly to be used just for decoration of the bed. That first night, after she had done this, the Mullah shivered and shaked, all night from the bitter cold, that he was feeling. He never did get even one small wink of sleep, the whole night through. Even his advanced meditation techniques, supposed to raise the temperature of the body, did not seem to be working for him here. He had asked his wife if they could pull up the quilt, which was just folded back, and lying like that on the foot of their bed. "No!", his wife had most forcedly said to him then. "That quilt is not to be used to cover us with, as, I do not want that expensive quilt to become soiled by our bodily sweats, and smells." "Well, there is no chance of us sweating tonight", the Mullah thought to himself, but he said nothing else to his wife. He knew that this quilt was only on the bed for show, so that the made bed looked good during the day, in-case, a distinguished guest, or two, of the Mullah's wanted to look over their house, during the day. Well, at least his feet will keep warm, was his next thought, and they do say, that if one has cold feet, the rest of the body is cold then too, so probably the reverse could be true of warm feet, he mused to himself then. He found out by the morning, that this logical reversing of this saying was not true. The rest of his body shivered all night, that night too. In the morning, he looked across at his wife sleeping noisily there, and still in a deep sleep. It was only then, that he realised that his wife was not as stupidly stubborn, as he first had thought. She had on a thick windcheater, to protect herself from the cold, as well, as a warm scarf around her neck too. The Mullah was only just wearing his nightshirt. The next night, of Spring, was equally as cold. The Mullah was more prepared for the cold this time though. He had brought in one of his old donkey rugs from the stable, and he had wrapped himself in that, so he did sleep a bit warmer that night, even as he also felt in his heart much closer to his beloved donkey, as he did so too. This warming thought warmed him up a bit too. And, so once again, the Mullah now had the subject matter for his weekly talk, for that coming Saturday night to the villagers, that he gave to his villagers, free of charge, with anybody in the village welcome to attend, in the large city hall of that town. He would entitle his talk, "The inflexibility of sheerly, inflexible inflexibility." It was to be a talk on "parallelism" the use of extra emphasising phrases, by repeating keywords, with similar meanings, in the phrase, to really push home its real meaning. For example, he had these other examples, prepared for his upcoming talk too: The stubbornness of a stubbornly, obstinately, stubborn, stubbornness The stupidity of an idiotically, stupid stupidity. The fearfulness of a morbidly, uneasy, fearful fearfulness. The lonelinessness of a barrenly, alone, lonely lonelinessness. The deceitfulness of a cheating, tricky, deceitful deceitfulness. And, The loveliness of a lovable, loving, kindly loveliness. Photo Credit: The photo used in this article was sourced from the free media site, pixabay.com At least, the Mullah's cat, was warm enough on their bed, curled up as he was there too.
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@Shiva49 (28372)
• Singapore
25 Sep 20
The weather also seems to be not kind to the Mullah this time adding to his woes - his cup of woe runneth over! However, he has also surfeit of anecdotes to fall back upon to enliven his audience for his weekly talk. Looks like even the cat has encroached on the Mullah's private space - siva
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@innertalks (23736)
• Australia
25 Sep 20
The Mullah actually had a win, the very next night, after this night, where he had spent the night with his donkey's rug, wrapped around himself. His wife said to him, "Were you cold last night, dear." "I will put the doona back on the bed, for a few more weeks. It is a cold start to spring this year." "I could not endure a second night, spent next to you in that smelly old donkey rug."
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@innertalks (23736)
• Australia
25 Sep 20
@Shiva49 The Mullah got that idea from his donkey, who brayed it to him in his dreams the night before, except that he didn't dream at all that night, nor did he sleep, but it was really his donkey braying from outside, because it was feeling the cold too. The Mullah put a second donkey rug, on his donkey the next night too, the same one that he had used the night before. He was sure that his donkey would not mind that it had been used just once, by his master! The real truth was that the Mullah's rug, that he had used, was a brand new one, clean, with no smell to it at all. The wife had only just imagined the smell!! The Mullah said nothing to dispute her idea.
@Shiva49 (28372)
• Singapore
25 Sep 20
@innertalks The Mullah's silence is telling and conveys more than words do. It is said, patience can win many a battle than weapons, and silence too when the situation warrants! When the Mullah has his donkey on his side, in cahoots with him, half the battle is already won siva
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