The
Master’s point of view
I was
going about my business, waiting for my servant to return from the market,
pruning my flowers, and drinking the most refreshing lemonade. When he came
crashing through my doors, in a blind panic.
“Master!
Master! A horse! A Horse! I shall ride far away to Samarra where Death will not
find me.” He shouted.
I
could tell by his face that he was grieved in some way, and the sweat dripping
down his brow, stole my attention. I pondered for a moment absorbing the
information, and decided that as he has been a most loyal servant to me over
the years, that I would oblige and agree to his request. I called my second
servant to deal with this matter, and bid farewell to a servant that I admit I
will miss.
That
afternoon in the blazing sun, I decided to visit the market, and ask Death, why
he has cost me a servant. I arrived at the market and saw him standing, amongst
the crowd; I walked over and asked him why he had frightened him so. Death
replied very calmly
“I
did not mean to frighten him. I was simply astonished to see your servant here
in Baghdad, when I have an appointment with him this very evening in Samarra.”
Astonished,
and slightly puzzled, I looked at Death, and walked away, the dark figure
disappearing in the market crowds. I really will miss my servant.
Death’s
point of view
Standing
in the market place, is never an easy task. Many fear me, many avoid me, and I
suppose it’s understandable, as I have taken many of their loved ones to their
graves. But on this occasion, I was just minding my own business on a hot day
in Baghdad market, when a servant came up to me. He looked panicked,
frightened, and nervous. The young man did not say anything he just stared at
me. It was very unnerving. I was quite shocked to see him in the market place,
as I was due to see him that evening, and I was taken aback at this early
meeting. Before I could speak the man’s body shook and his eyes unglazed, he
shrieked and scuttled off into the distance. I thought no more of it, as it was
such a common occurrence, until a very well dressed man in gold’s and royal
blues, came over to me. He asked why I had frightened his servant away, and
that I had cost him a servant. I looked at the man, in sympathy and explained
how this was never my intention and that I was shocked to see him so early, as
I wasn’t meant to meet him until later that evening in Samarra. The man looked
at me in amazement and just left. I grazed the market for a while longer,
before heading to Samarra, to meet the servant, finally, at the correct time.
The servant’s point of view
My Master had requested I fetch some provisions for him at the market, naturally I obliged. I strolled through the market in the scorching sun, gazing at the treasures lining the market stools. But something black and large caught my eye. I peeked over and to my horror I saw him. It was Death. He was just stood, as if he was a regular person, wanting to buy from a fish stool. I went cautiously went over to him, I couldn’t deny I was intrigued. I got quite close to him, before my nerve got the better of me, and I ran back home as quickly as I could. I was in such a state I am shocked my master could understand me. I requested a horse, to get as far away from Baghdad as possible. I thought I would take refuge in Samarra, and there I would be safe. As my master is gracious he granted my wish and I rode off with all haste. After a long journey I finally reached Samarra, and at last I became at ease, and began to relax. I rode through the city to find shelter, and refreshment, but to my horror I did not find this. For Death was waiting for me, and finally I realised… There was no escaping Death!
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