By Aima Khalid
Looking out the windows of the nature hut, one could have never believed that such a magnificent being could ever have survived the severe famine that had fallen upon the land a decade or so ago. In the lands of the Northern Pakistan, lived a Mighty Ol’ Lion- in reference to his always angry bull, engulfed in the lonely stupor of his life. To the fierce lord of the region, he was one of the most conspicuous men he had ever acquainted.
For the most neighborhood clans, he was a far cry from content. Not a being came in to the 20metre radius of that Mighty Ol’ Lion, that’s what he was named, right after his first combat, and only over what, his face being stared at! Not to mention he was too fierce to ignore.
Almighty Above was the only Creator with the hand that could form a being so beautiful as that one specie of its kind. That’s what came to my mind, the first look of the magnificently built, with hair like a coat of caramel silk, patched with the beauty of off-white elegance every few inches.
The Thoroughbred, one of its many kinds, was the beat I had ever laid my eyes upon. The impulse to own and ride that powerful beast was so overwhelming, Hells Bells, it could have drained me of my immune to beauty senses…!!
From my vantage point, there was no way of knowing if the Mighty Ol’ Lion was in attendance at the moment or not, but, as a matter of fact, it was common knowledge that he never left any of his possession un-attended. I had to admit that he was one the possessive kind of Horse Breeders, who normally did not take to their heart, ‘cuz it made the parting with the animal all the more difficult.
My mind was a cluster of ideas, of any category at that, to get a chance to ride that well bred beast before my eyes. The plan was beginning to form a shape in my head, as for asking my father to get it for me was out of the question. Why women were prohibited to act upon their desire? One had to take some chances in one’s life, for it made the life a little more exciting. But as I have stated, the chance were close to none in my case, and the desire was far too strong to ignore.
There had to be a way, though I was quite sure that at least riding was not prohibited in our culture, and every now and then, women, as well as men, needed to travel to farther lands for their needs and duties to be taken care of. So, at-least, there was a tiny glimmer of hope there, but to let mine go high, was not the agenda on my list right now. Where there are chances, there is always a chance of falling back, and so, the day passed in my coming up with a strategy powerful enough to pull out the strings of accomplishment for me.
With the sun of a brand new day, comes the hope of living another day of our life, in which we will not disobey our Almighty God, and spend the day as best as we could helping humanity, and staying true. It was a beautiful morning, with a promising beautiful weather throughout the day. Even in the height of summers, the land was always rich in color and the sun shone with the least warmth in it, lest we burn to ashes….
The day so charming, the mood so exciting, and the idea of lying to that Mighty Ol’ Lion was beside the point. That was equal to hitting your foot with a hammer yourself! With that in mind, I went for the truth to be my best weapon, and when I was sure of the horse breeder to be in his forbidding old plank house, I went into his lands, keeping to the forest, to first locate that beautiful mare I had seen the other day. Still, the view of the magnificent animal in my mind stunned me of its beauty and strength emanating from its huge and lean form.
Locating the horse to be near the plank house, I set into action, deliberately putting myself in view, taking the route that formed the pathway from the front of the house to the road leading to tomato farms nearby. And as it was expected, I wasn’t even halfway to the house when I saw him rushing out, closing behind the door with a thud that shook the building to the core.
Mighty Ol’ Lion, that he certainly looked like, as my eyes took in his form, a face half covered with mostly white, but with strands of black lining his thick beard, his proportionate black and white hair falling on his shoulders, the ends curled, and the frown so fierce it could have melted a rock, appearing him all the more the title he had been bestowed with.
Bracing myself for the bellow that was about to come, I tried to smile at him, just the corners of my mouth slightly curling. The slight change in my expression caught him off guard, I was sure about, because he looked baffled. Could that be that he was never bestowed with a smile here before? Well, that was beside the point. Ignoring that he was a bit startled by my approach, I said my Salam to him, bobbed a little curtsy, and took a few steps closer. That was not a very good move, because he put up his hand, giving me a signal to stop right where I was. The dignity of that man, he didn’t even dare reply to my Salam! But well, if I showed him my anger, that would not have helped ne little bit, so I kept to the rout I had decided for earlier.
He was attentive, his legs apart, hands on his sides, watching me intently. And I, on the other hand, was standing very much at ease, so it was to him, my hands linked at my back, and tried to look around me, as if I was finding something, and then I gave the implication that I had found what I was looking for.
With the thought in mind, I half turned and took a few steps towards where my caramel beauty was grazing contently. The Mighty Ol’ Lion, so he was called, wasn’t anticipating such boldness, and thought dumbfound for the moment, he recovered himself and shouted at me to stop. I did as I was bid to. In a few long strides, he was in front of me, and in front, he looked all the more intimidating. Silent and scared for the moment, I thought of running away, but the thought of getting back home with my mission incomplete, no sir, that was not going to happen. Not now, not ever.
“You Girl, what you do here!?!” he bellowed his question, and from the corner of my eye, I thought I saw that beautiful thoroughbred trot a little farther. A few more shouts, and the animal would run away from sight, and that was not the farthest thing I had in mind. I took a step back, just for safety, and told him my intention to ride the animal. Another shout, “Who says so?!” and my hopes came to a dead end.
Now there was a very delicate situation there. Well, something was to be done there, so, might as well I be the one to bring out revolution. I replied, “That thoroughbred mare you have there is a rare beauty, and as I myself love horses, I wanted nothing more than to ride her for a while.” A mask of reluctance crowded his face, and I sought for a stronger point. I said, “I’v heard you don’t sell them, just breed and raise them to your satisfaction. It’s better yet, if you will let people ride them, or you can rent them for a day, if you can think of it.”
Nobody, seriously, no-body, could have ever thought that the man might have a mind under his skull and a heart in his body. That fierce face started to turn in emotions, no one could have imagined he might have possessed. Anger, slowly going down, giving way to suspicion, changing itself into irritation, and then finally, the mark hit home. He was baffled! He most certainly did not credit any woman for such ideas..!!
Another expression, acceptance, if I wasn’t wrong, as he called me out, “Come, I’ll show you.” Now it was me, unbelievable! Well, as I had said, Revolution. Why not me, hah?
Anticipating my ride, I joyfully stepped in beside him, letting him see my excitement. With the saddle in place, I stepped on the magnificent animal named Anaya, and her simple trot soon gave way to high gallops in the field! Wind rushes through my hair, it was such a joy…
Mission Accomplished! Oh Lord Almighty, Thank you…