I've heard that Allam Iqbal once said that had Nietzche believed in
God, he'd be a Walli-Ullah.
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Allah Hoo
Allah Hoo
Allah Hoo
Cried the cleric
Intoxication abound in the chant filled air. Arms swaying, eyes
ablaze, voice ringing harsh and husky with ill-contained fervour.
Vocal communication is phonetic in nature. What is speech but a series
of vocal pattern discerned and decoded by our brains into abstract and
concrete ideas and concepts? Ideas and concepts based on social mores.
Yet sometimes, when caught in a seemingly random idiosyncratic moment,
when peripheral details disappear leaving the silhouettes of essence
plain to your detached, slightly blinded sight...
... those mores, all our mental, social, conditioning disappear. A new
facet to our consciousness emerges. Some call it a sixth sense, others
a third eyes. To some its a moment of Annihilation, to others,
Assimilation.
In these moments, reality blurs and twists, metamorphs into something
that is essentially surreal due to its intense real-ness.
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Allah Hoo!
Allah Hoo!
Allah Hoo!
Allah Hoo!
The bearded-turbaned cleric chanted, feverishly absorbed.
Allah Who?
Allah Who?
Allah Who?
Allah Who?
Heard the jeans-and-t-shirt clad young man coldly absolved.
This foolish writer believes that a wise man would wonder... Which of
the two is searching for enlightenment, and which one is deluded?

1 of them wept:
ardent.
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