I went to the Abdullah Shah Ghazi shrine this Thursday as usual.
It was cool and damp and quiet…the way a shrine should be. May be because it was the second day after Eid.
A woman in a black shalwar suit walked by my side where I sat with a few books sprawled about.
The woman sat down besides the big metal box people use to drop Charity money…few steps ahead in front of me…and began reviewing one of the various binders and books that were piled on the table on her left.
I was imagining away from this world and trying to ignore my beloved husband’s pleading eyes…who was sitting far away on the other side of the shrine in the male area…to finish my prayers and stand up to walk out…
I was trying to touch the dept…the calm…the quite and peace of my inner world with the slow beating of my pulses…when I was repeating my Maker name in slow but in rhythmic lyrics and was really enjoying it…hmm...
When I heard this hissing sound.
I figured it was a pipe or something.
The hissing became louder…like an angry whispering…and suddenly morphed into this screeching voice.
I looked up and saw it was the woman in front of me.
She was alone…nobody either male or female came with her…her back toward me…and shaking violently.
She held her hands were in the air…as if begging some imaginary monster to please leave her alone.
Maybe she's practicing her opening statement in her grave, I thought.
Then she began whimpering and shaking her head…shielding herself with her bony hands.
Suddenly her voice changed into this guttural voice and I could hear her cursing and whispering and shrieking insults and obscenities like "Idiot!" and "Hell You!"
Needless to say…I was disturbed and was angry.
I tried to concentrate …but my heart started thumping so loudly in my ears…I couldn't hear myself think.
Maybe she had Tourette Syndrome. Tourette Syndrome was better than just plain crazy.
Maybe she was possessed. Or maybe she had multiple personalities -- that would explain the different voices.
At any rate…I had to wrap up myself to go back to the entrance area where my beloved husband already moved…and slowly took my books so as not to disturb the Scary Woman.
I was actually expecting that she will going to attack me…teeth baring…fingernails outstretched.
I seriously think if she dared I would have give her big hit on her face for disturbing me…
But she didn't.
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