Saturday, June 1, 2019

THE FABLE OF "MUSTAFA."




(NOTE: This Fable was the first story published here when we started this popular blog almost four years ago. The story is so well liked and because it is still applicable to life in the Middle East today, we are re-running it now once again. The story is the same, but with a few minor revisions and corrections to the original. Enjoy both a good laugh and appreciate the sincere underlying realism intended by this Fable!)

Tuesday, July 28, 2015

"THE FABLE OF MUSTAFA." 
 

          HOW "MUSTAFA," THE FARMER, GOT
                                "HIS ASS"
                                 IN GEAR!

Once Upon A Time,
as they say in the Fairy-Tale-Industry,
there was a farmer whose name was
"Mustafa."

Now why his mother named him that, is a
 whole different fairy-tale for another time!
Suffice it to say "Mustafa" was his name, and 
as he grew up, he became one of the best 
farmers in his land. He grew the best of
everything. No matter what he touched
it turned to Gold! When he took his produce
to market, it always fetched the best price! 
"Mustafa" was known far and wide as someone
to admire. 

As "Mustafa" became more prosperous, he
acquired animals to help him plow and 
cultivate his land and carry his produce to 
market. Most of the time, he chose well, and
his animals served him without complaint. He
 fed them what they needed, tended to their

other needs, treated them as his friends

and named them all.

Finally, he bought an "ass" to help him haul his
produce cart to market! Unfortunately, 
the "ass" and "Mustafa" never seemed to
 bond. You see, the "ass" suffered from a bad
 case of "STUBBORN-ISM" and "Mustafa"
 soon developed a bad case of "ANTI-
STUBBORN-ISM" so the two became 
adversaries instead of friends! As time went
 along, people would ask him what he named
 his "ass," "Mustafa" would hang his head and
 say he did not know what to call him. Finally,
 when someone asked about the "ass," they
would just refer to him as 
"His Ass," 
and the name stuck! It was always, "How is
 'His Ass' today?!" "Mustafa" would shake his
 head and say, "'His Ass' is suffering from
 'STUBBORN-ISM' again!"


One fair day when "Mustafa" really needed 

"His Ass" to haul the cart to market, the

animal refused to budge! He closed his eyes and

dozed on the spot. No amount of pleading, 

swatting, kicking or screaming would get the 

cussed creature to co-operate! He just stood

 there! Finally, at wits end, "Mustafa" buried

 his head in his hands and began to weep, "Woe

 is me, how am I going to get my produce to

 market when I cannot get "His Ass" in gear?!"

People were sympathetic to his plight, but 

none could offer any meaningful advice.

As "Mustafa" wrung his hands. a humble little

 Bumble Bee happened along and landed on

 "Mustafa's" shoulder. "Why lamentest thee so

 much, 'Mustafa'?" asked the Bee. And

"Mustafa" proceeded to pour out his soul. "I


 see," said the bumble Bee, "perhaps I can be of

some help!" "Mustafa" was touched, but 

merely said, "And how can a humble creature

like you hope to deal with a beast like 'His 

Ass'"? "Well," said the Bumble Bee, "one 

never knows til one tries!" So the Bee buzzed off

 and made his presence known to "His Ass."

After buzzing around the animal's face, "His 

Ass" opened one eye to see what was

 disturbing his siesta. He found the Bumble Bee

very annoying. He quickly snapped his teeth

at the creature and the Bee buzzed out of 

range. In so doing, he inadvertently took his 

first step! The Bee landed in an ear and bit

"His Ass" and then flew back to the animal's 

face! The response was as expected: "His Ass"

 took several steps and snapped at the Bee

again! Finally, he realized he was moving and 

suddenly went back to his "STUBBORN-ISM"

again! The Bumble Bee tired of the game and

decided to be more forceful. He buzzed around

the backside of "His Ass" and bit him squarely

 on the tenderest part of his butt! "His Ass" let

out a loud lament as the Bumble Bee continued

to attack his dignity! "His Ass" tried his best

to get away, and the harder he tried, the faster

 he went and poor "Mustafa" had to hang on

 for dear life!


Well, good people, to make a long story short

"Mustafa" the farmer got "His Ass" in gear

 and they made it to the market in time to sell

 all the produce without mishap.


When it came time to go home, the busy

Bumble Bee once again prodded "His Ass"

and pretty soon he trotted along like he was

supposed to. From that day forward, all 

"Mustafa" had to do was tell "His Ass" he

would send for the bee and there was no more 

trouble!


And when people wanted to know how

 "Mustafa" managed to accomplished it all, he

 sang the praises of his little buzzing friend who

knew how to deal with a bad case of 

"Stubborn-ism!" To show his gratefulness,

"Mustafa" always made sure he had a crop of

flowers on his farm for his little friend. 


The Moral of my Story, Good People, is 

sometimes the easiest solution to a complicated

 problem is a simple one!


Can you imagine with me for just a minute how

 easy it would be to restore peace in the Middle

 East if this story's principle was applied? 

Just substitute "Semitism" for "Stubborn-ism"

 and "Anti-Semitism" for "Anti-Stubbornism"

 and Israel for "His Ass" and the

United States of America for the Bumble Bee!


Wouldn't it be amazing and inspiring

 to see the results?!

Harald Hesstvedt Scharnhorst

Copyright 2015 






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