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My mother directly reached out for his hands and kissed them both. While she was kissing his hands her head again dived into the marble. Then, miracle of all miracles, I watched and witnessed as the grave opened up to my mother and she talked to the inhabitant of it. At that moment I noticed the women reading Kur'an on the other side of the sarcophagus stupefied. Their strength ebbed away and they soon fell into swoon due to fear and excitement and still others were wailing trying to escape. But they couldn't because of this sudden, unexceptional and mind-bending event, they grew tongue-tied and jaw-locked, thus unable to express what had happened and describe who the doer was satisfactorily. Those who were trying to enter collided with those who tried to escape out. They look like a swarm of insects, so many people clogged at the entrance and on the lanes of the garden in fear. As a result of this confusion, no one really knew what exactly happened in the burial chamber and who was responsible for this act. So we took advantage of this chaos.
“Mother, hurry!” I said pulling her in order to rush to the door of the shrine. But she couldn’t move. She looked dull and her eyes were empty. I shook her, trying to bring her back. I knew what was happening. My mother’s mind was linked to the person lying in the sarcophagus.
“Mother!” I yelled from within her catatonia.
“Oh, My Lord,” my mother said while she was coming awake. She was about to choke; tears streamed down her face, as her teeth clenched together she couldn't help but gritting.
“Mother,” I whispered. She looked as if she was intoxicated. She did not quite so understanding what said. I snapped at her to bring her truly around, and then she rolled her eyes towards me, her pale face and the look in her eyes told that they were exhausted.
“We’ve got to get out of here mother!” muttered I.
She paid little attention to what I was struggling for. I dragged her out of the shrine pretending my mother was one of the scared women as we were hurrying out with the flow. Several times we had almost been crushed underneath the steps of the lunatic crowd, but we roughly escaped and after a short time we lost out of sight. I took a shortcut behind the shrine to the back gate of the park in the south, and then pounding the pavement towards the stairs by the western border of it gingerly. Only when we were almost there, did she seem to come out of her daze, and even then she didn’t speak. Rather, she picked up her pace so we were trotting full till we reached the stairs, crossed the street, and then passed through the game field. Just before we round into the road, we stopped again, listened if the tide of panicked humanity started to thin out. At that moment I saw a man ran down the stairs, looked around in the street, and I heard screams, yelling and shouting.
“Damn it!” I cried, “panic already turned into an anger and people had already started looking for the possible suspect.” The neighborhood which had seemed so vibrant to me before was now a trap of danger. As we reached at the door to our house, we stopped a bit to catch our breath. My mother was still not aware of the danger of the event we lived through. If people had known my mother, they would have harmed her for sure. I made up my mind about her being concealed for a long while for no one could get an acquaintance with my mother not to jeopardize both her faith and my father’s career.
“Mother,”
“What?”
“The keys!” I pointed.
She first looked at the door and then tried to rack her brain but she couldn’t.
“Where are the keys?” asked me with empty eyes.
“Easy does it,” said I to my mother as she was trying hard to remember. “They are in your pocket mother,” I added.
Putting her hand in her pocket, my mother removed a bunch of keys on a chain and put one of them into the keyhole and turned, a "click" sound was heard, my mother pushed the door and it swung open. We went inside and I shut the door, passed to the living room, and sat down on the sofa without speaking for long a while.
“What have you just done, mother?” I asked.
“What have I just done?” She responded with a question.
“Don’t you remember what have you just done in the burial chamber of the shrine?”
“I have just read Kuran and prayed.” She replied. But her answer didn’t convince me at all.
“Is that all?” I said.
“Yes,” he replied.
"What is all this about?" I asked.
"I don't know what you are talking about?" she said briefly.
"You have just done something extraordinary which scared people to death," I cried with astonishment. I was trying not to be rough to my mother but I would hear no argument.
"What," she shouted, "shut up, and never speak such things!" My mother snapped.
"You are the one who created this havoc!" I replied sullenly. I didn't know what had become of her. If I had been aware of the truth revealed to her, I wouldn't have treated her so cruelly. But I did snap back.
“No,” she said, “what has happened has happened by the will of God. Therefore shut your mouth and never speak about it!”
“Why?” This time it was my turn to astonish.
“Look my boy, there thing forbidden to ordinary people which may be scared of the impact of the truth. So you should keep your mouth shut. Let them as they are” She advised.
“How about people in the park, what do you think about them?” I inquired.
“They will soon forget.” she pointed.
“So you won’t be going out of home for at least one month?” I asked.
“Why, who can harm me?”
"Mother," I said, "I'm afraid that people may bother you or even may harm you."
“I cannot do it, I should go out and visit my neighbors.” she answered.
“Mother, even your neighbors were envy of you. if somebody got acquaintance with you and this thing was known by anybody then you may jeopardized my father’s career as well. So best to listen!”
“Okay,” my mother replied. Finally she accepted the impact of the danger we faced. She looked as though she was going to say something, and then must have realized it was not the proper time.
“Well I am certain whole people of the city will be talking about this unusual event even before tomorrow,” she confessed.
“Tell me how have you done such a miracle?” I was perplexed.
“Let’s talk about later,” she smiled at me and stepped towards the kitchen.
“So you must be one of those elites?” I murmured to myself.
“What have you just said?” she turned one eyebrow raised with a happy smile hung on her face.
“You are one of those elites?” I repeated.
“No I am not,” replied my mother. I knew I was told by a Dervish that my mother was one of them and received the honor of being a disciple of LOGOS.
“Yes, you must be!” I insisted.
“Pardon me?” she said, eyebrow arched.
“Is it necessary to be elite?” she elaborated her thought.
“Yes, of course it is,” I replied figuring out the value of it in my childish mind.
The room was silent, and the smile returned again to her lips. She looked at me whom I stared at with admiration, love and longing.
“Proceed,” she said.
“Proceed what?” I looked at her in suspicious eyes.
“Who told you that?” she inquired.
“No one,” I answered.
“So you haven’t learned it from no one?”
“Yes, my mother,” I replied.
“What is an elite person then? She asked in a mused fashion.
“A chosen one,” I answered.
My mother didn’t have an ordinary intelligence. She paused, her mind momentarily searching about whom I got this knowledge from. She could grasp instantly. She raised an eyebrow and nodded slowly. She realized that Dervish took me last summer not for trekking to the mountain but for enlightening.
“Well, Black Boy fought for the sake of you, not me,” she pointed out.
“Yeah, but you are -” I choked and, “you are today proven to be an elite one,” I insisted on my resistance.
“Well done!” she applauded, “What did Dervish told you at the top of the mountain?” she hit the target and now I should spill the beans. “Nothing special,” I couldn’t dare to meet her eyes and looked down to the ground.
“So you’ve learned from him?” she underlined.
“No!”
“Well, then, swear by the shade of your mother that you have not learned from him,” my mother solemnly wanted to know.
“Okay, okay, yes, I did learn from him.”
“It makes one wonder, does it not?” she said. For If Dervish had gathered such an immense knowledge, what might he know what lies ahead of us? And What enlightening had he been bestowed upon?
The wonder disappeared from my mother’s face, replaced by a barrier of secrecy, long for the knowledge of unknown, the awful truth was beginning to down on her. I knew that my mother was not a kind one would propose an argument, instruction or suggestion. Because an enlightened one does not need such things, she is just like a candle; she enlightens while she is exhausted.
Silence overran.