Mawlana Jalaluddin

* * After having a rest in the morning, Nathela went for an afternoon stroll. It was then that she saw a crowd full of men and women of any age, circling a storyteller. Nathela missed the beginning of the story but joined the crowd nevertheless. “He is not an ordinary Mufti,” the storyteller said

I Am A Sculptor

* * I Am A Sculptor * * I am a sculptor, a molder of form. In every moment I shape an idol. But then, in front of you, I melt them down * I can rouse a hundred forms and fill them with spirit, but when I look into your face, I want to