26. MY GRANDDAD AND HIS COMPLICATEDNESS

After his five times prayer,  it was told, my granddad Mirza Qadir Baig  would either be bent upon his  religious books or wrapped up in idyllic tranquility. Idyllic tranquility to my dad was constant divine communion with one’s  own lord, Allah. One midnight my grand dad had woken up and sent for my dad to his bedroom, untimely. He  had asked my dad to see if my granddad’s shoes were contaminated. He was ninety eight then, my dad remembered. When my dad searched for what my granddad had him sought to, a bit retorting aside, he had actually seen that his shoes were unclean with goat’s night soil  My dad stood there amazed. Blinking, sometime.

 My dad still remembered an occasion, it was recalled, when my granddad had entered the house after my dad was born, the jinns had started pelting the house with filth and stones. My dad was born to my grand dad when he was seventy two. My granddad had two daughters and no son till then and when my dad was born he was overwhelmed with joy and without taking precautions, he had dared to enter the unclean house. The house became unclean when a child was born. It was said my grand dad brought the situation under control with so much complicatedness,drowning into rapturous devout invocations.