Joseph
S. Qasim Hasany
In a spacious hall, supported by huge
and heavy pillars,
Papyrus designed, inscribed with
hierohlyphic letters.
A midday feast was resounding with giggles
and laughters
Of pharonic aristocracy's ladies and
lady courtiers
And the grand vazirs' lady playing as
hostess fair.
She had invited them for merry making,
as it were.
One could guess well the gatherings'
stunning glamour,
Reflecting ancient Egypt's court ladies
culture.
Semi attired with dresses of designs of
fast colour,
Wearing ornaments, precious stones
inlaid in gold and silver,
And hefty slave girls serving guests
hither and thither
Or airing the guests with fans of
ostrich feather.
After several dishes, enjoyed and well
served,
The last item was that of fruits
reserved.
They were brought in little baskets of
reeds of Nile,
For each guest with a separate and fast
knife.
The moment each guest started to use her
knife,
A statue of beauty appeared in flesh and
life.
The ladies were taken aback, but fixed
their eyes
At the matchless male beauty of large
brilliant eyes,
With unique features, skin of red
apples' colour.
His olive brown hair, touching his
rounded shoulder.
His appearance hushed assembly's every reveler
And in confusion, instead of fruit cut
her own finger.
He glanced the gathering with
indifference
And soon moved away to whence he made
his appearance.
When the amazement subsided of the
onlookers,
They realized with knives they had cut
their fingers.
With sobs of pain and wonder of the
recent scene,
The ladies present uttered, "an
august angel seen!"
"That wasn't an angel!" The
hostess exclaimed!
"But the person with amorous
contact I am blamed.
Now listen ladies! I am out to enjoy of
him,
Whether he agrees or not, depends not on
him.
If he doesn't, he will have to rot in
dungeon,
Cure your fingers, with blames sting me
not like scorpion."
Who he was? Now I tell you in terms
clear.
Joseph! Son of Jacob, the prophet, while
still a minor
Was purchased a slave by grand vazir
from a trader.
Living with him reached his youth, a
paragon sober.
By his manly beauty and character
spotless clear
The Vazir's wife was enamoured, the
ladies had a rumor.
So was Joseph, himself a prophet,
Egypts' future ruler,
Thrown into a dungeon as he remained
chaste and clear.
How was he saved from jail and got the
rulers chair?
Know from Quran, of his name, "the
best story. Chapter[1]
In his person was three generations'
spiritual glamour,
As he was the great grandson of Prophet
Abraham, Kaaba's builder
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