Muhammad Ziyo. Gul and Ziyo (story)

Muhammad Ziyo

GUL AND ZIYO
Story

(Translated from the Uzbek by Shukhrat Sattorov)

Distances are from west till east… from earth to the sky… from kind till love… from sorrow till joy… from coupling till separation… from darkness till light… from straw till flower… from captivity till freedom… from life to death… distances are infinite, boundless…

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The seconds: one, two, three and four…

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A broad, beautiful street… Both sides are full of tall plane trees. It was early morning and there were only they… They should be noticed each other. Both of them were familiar with these feelings which trembled them. Ziyo was coming to Gul. Gul was stepping toward Ziyo.
Plane tree lives stately. It does not incline purposeless like weeping willow. The wind plucked a leaf of one of the plane trees unexpectedly from its haft. About fifteen meters it shook. At that moment it hugs the seconds. Then it was up in the air. It separated their bosom. There was a green leaf that was ten inches between them. It was the nearest distance of their hearts… At last the eyes found each other.

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The seconds: twenty seven, twenty eight, twenty nine and thirty…

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At last our sights found each other. Your loving and delicate aroma stole my mind. Everything went dark before my eyes. Then you asked: “Is there justice in the world?” Why did you ask it? You were lots of other questions like: “How can the man live without his love?” or “Can long separation separate couples?”, “Is there forever love?”, “Where is the beginning and the end of the love?” or “Does coupling the beginning or the end of the love?” But you asked only that question: “Is there justice in the world?” As if entire the world is opposite to us or as if the is no justice in the world.

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When I met you the first time I felt some ties between us. As well I was aware of an invisible distance that was separating us. I did not know what it was. Were the other nation’s girls unfortunate lack of sweet-scented hairs or curved eyebrows like yours? Not! Or was it impossible to meet another charm girl like you? Not! But my heart and its kind tied me to you. You also were not indifferent to me.
If the people of the world were asked about religion, most of them would say that they prefer praying to god. But most of them do so as not obeying to the rules of their religion. They only show their faith. However most of the people that I met were so. There was another group that rejects god. What a frightful claim!
You were indifferent from him - your Jewish father. You were not confessing any religion. But you used to say: “There is Creator, God!” You were saying it softly. Maybe it was the reason that kept me near to you. It astonished me. Maybe there are lots of clever and charm girls in other nation. I have ever noticed or met them. Maybe that is why I counted you as a special girl. Maybe that is why I have never thought any other girl worthy of me…
My faith teaches me that men should always lead women and the woman made of the left rib of the Adam. That is why women are considered weak. I have to answer to your question.
First of all, justice is the truth. Usually we see and hold pencil, pen or books. We cannot see soul, love and truth. But we feel them. There are concrete and abstract things. But the truth is not abstract. Truth may incline but does not break. It may smash into smithereens. The life is consisted of little pieces like electrons and protons. How can we have doubts about the uniting of truth as a strong force?
Truth looks like to invisible rays that the bomb produces. Its speed is equal to the light’s. It can punch out ten meters concrete. It can burn any block. It can destroy the world in seconds.
The only way of knowing the truth is watching a pencil. There is graphite in the center of it. This graphite may stop the rays of the bomb. It needs writing, writing on a white paper with a black pencil. Then it became a book. It needs the time, of course. Yes, dear, it needs time! Time is the mother of the truth.

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The seconds: thirty one, thirty two, thirty three…

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Before I had time to collect my opinions you questioned me again: “Why we…” You were right. If there is love in this world why are we wandering? This remark is to the point: “Why are we…”
It seems to me that those times we were young and inexperienced. But my love against you is still transparent like those times. Actually meeting so beautiful girl like you in London was an unexpected event.
Both of us were aware that we would face the sorrowful difficulties of feelings that born between us. In front of you I was like a prayer that inclines before goddess. I thought it like a material difference. I believed that when this indentation repaired we would be equal.
One of the parties of the university a magnate of the world visited. He was tall, imposing man with a smooth hair. As gazing his eagle sight to others he was grinning. After the party, teachers and students were in a hurry to handshaking with the guest. It was honor to stand side by side in the picture. After knowing that he was your father I was watching him from far away. My legs were trembling.
Then the distances became more longer. I began to see you in my dreams. One day, when I had nothing to eat and to spend I went to the university on foot.
You noticed it. You gave me a book as saying: “This is one of my lovely books. Read it.” I showed my gratitude. When I reached my room I looked through the book. There were five hundreds sterling. I had not told anyone about my situation. But you knew it. Maybe it leaked out in your dreams. After long time I hardly returned your belongings through one of my lovely books.
The life was continuing so. I have enjoyment neither in eating nor sleeping. When I was late for a lesson the first time you expressed your feelings openly. “At last you came! Thanks to god!” you said it softly. I also could not shut my mouth. “Thanks that you are here!” I said involuntarily. That day I felt bad. Maybe I had lost my mind because of the truth. A week I could not get up. I could not go to your birthday. I consulted a doctor, took psychological advices. But I did not find cure. They treated me like a mad. I felt annoyance. As soon as I felt better I hastened to you. It is never too late to congratulate. I gave you my gift. I asked you not to tell about my feelings to others in order that first we should make a clear-cut decision…

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Before, I was thinking about you day and night. Now after the “approaching” we were thrown more far. Maybe approaching means to drift apart. What kind of force was it? Is it useful or danger? I began to study religion, philosophy, astrology, chemistry, history and other sciences for find out the answer of those questions. I learnt several languages. In order to study an event first we should study self and the universe. It was my childhood habit to clear everything that I interested in.
When I busied myself with such issues your father invited me to his office. It was decorated artistically. A globe that was as high as a man drew my attention. The cupboard that in the left was full of books. He seemed courteous man. Maybe that is why he lost his grandeur. He laid down lots of conditions in front of me. Then he was going to agree to the wedding. The first term – I had to accept his religion. Then I would be able to be his partner.
The man that once troubled me seemed very weak. His words were unsuitable. I was between two fires. A power made me to reject his invitation. I refused the most important wish – you. I did not want to achieve you by that way. I was learning the essence of the event that was happening with us. I needed to do so. Then I would be able to clear other things. Those times I dropped my studies. The life showed disregard to me. I was ill with skin diseases. I met many specialists. Then I tired of conflicting views. The only similarity that they told was sorrow. Sorrow was overcoming me. As forgetting the ill I was busy with science. In the result I announced many scientific ideas like “The essence center of aim”, “The splitting of time in distances”, “The splitting of distances in time”. All of my opinions made disturbances in science. “The Sky Sent Media Group” signed a long time contract with me.
I was free from economical problems. I could go anywhere that I wished. The doors of the world were open to me. But I heard news about my mother’s sick.
She was living lonely. She was saying about the benevolences of the neighbors in her letters. She was saying that if I return and marry to an agile girl she would be the happiest woman of the world. She was wishing to live together. Again I was between fires. I consider that in this world only mother has the right to be happy. I agreed to the wedding. That time I was watching you through my dreams. You were the m other of children. After the wedding we went to Venice for our honeymoon. After the honeymoon I stayed there and continued my scientific researches.
One day the chairman of the company wished to see me. I went to him. He said that a tribe was found in the Amazonia and if I agree he was going to send me there. I accepted the invitation. I sent my wife to my mother. I became one of the members of the expedition.
When the expedition reached the place of the new tribe I got a letter from my wife. My mother was in a bad condition. At the time when travelling the world in a day was possible, I reached my home in week. Then I cried from my heart. I did so not to send him to the last address. I did so because I could not have time for asking her a question: “Have you been the happiest woman of the world?”
In order to be free from that dumbness I began to travel through the world. I met many people, saw many nations, learnt many traditions and religions, wrote countless articles. “The astrology and the human being”, “The solid point of body and spirit” and other scientific research works were my achievement. The company received a profit from those scientific projects.
At the present I am working on “The regularity of norm of point” – the conclusion of my all scientific researches. This is about the only aim of human in life – searching for happiness. Human being lives as not satisfying as noticing some indentation in his life. Some men tie it with wealth. Wealth is the key of happiness for them. Others tie it with parents, child or lover. Those who have got all of these are still living lonely. There is always emptiness in the heart of human being. This is the sign of unhappiness. It seems some kind of curse. Some people say that they were happy once. It means they never be happy.
Any wealth, parents or honor or relatives are not the key of the happiness in this world. The theory of my researches is that when consciousness and soul unite in a path, in same trajectory then human realize himself and the universe. Then human comes out of his shell and be able to show unusual opportunities. Then human being is able to reflect clear deliberation about life. Otherwise human being does not get the real point. “The regularity of norm of point” belongs to all like the regularity of Newton’s. Those who understand my research think that every man has right for becoming happy.
I should continue my researches in order to put it into practice. The life is continuing to astonish me. I got rid of skin diseases. I met the physicians that have foretold the terrible results of my illness. They admired. They interested in my way of overcoming the sickness. I said that I had forgotten the illness and busied with science. They did not believe. They asked me where I have been and what did I eat. But I had not time to tell it. I had more important issues.
There is a quote “A man bears in 40 years”. This year I met my fortieth birthday. Maybe this year I will be aware of other secrets of the universe. Then I will be able to give a useful and argued answer to you.
I have been to many peaceful countries. Now by the wish of the fortune I had to be in battlefields. The life is full of accidents. I have come here for a short time. You have come here for an international exhibition. We met by chance… it was a great surprise.
My dear, I did not want to meet you under pretence of my flight. Forgive me for doing that. I had to go. Next time when we meet in a country of the world I will ask a question. Then you will search for the answer.

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Eye water dropped. A poem that was read once was remembered.

The sea of the sky is waving slowly,
The stars are splashing on my face.
I wish to save your sight by my eyes,
As feeling your breath in my sigh.

I got, the winner is my love,
I knew who is watching in silent.
Look through my eyes, as placing
In my heart, my god!

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The seconds: thirty five, thirty six, thirty seven…

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It was the last meeting of Gul and Ziyo. They were under the seven skies – in the world of the god that was made in seven days.

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The rays that were dispersing from their heart made the green leaf brown. The wind blew out as fondling it. Seven minutes before it was a green leaf. Now it turned into fall. It was bruising under feet. It fulfilled its mission perfectly in this world.

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