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“A single prognostication can sometimes change your entire life”
Bernard Tristan Foong
Ikram
Ikram was a shy twenty-three year old. He was already waiting for us when we entered the living room. He extended his hand to shake Andy’s, holding it a little longer than was customary. As we had been instructed to do by my teacher, we were ready to touch our shaken hands to our hearts in a sign of politeness. Ikram, on the contrary, kissed his shaken hand he received from Andy. I gave Alain a puzzled look at this unconventional gesture.
When it was my turn to greet Ikram, instead of giving me a regular handshake, he caught hold of both my hands, closed his eyes and touched them to his heart. I wanted to pull away, but he was already in a trance-type state. He mumbled a series of foreign sentences, which none of us understood. I stood speechless, gazing at my professor and Valet for their guidance. Neither of them had any idea of what I was to do. They too seemed startled by this unfamiliar greeting.
Suddenly, our host went into an epileptic fit. He fell to the ground and trembled uncontrollably, his hand gripping mine tightly. I could not pull away and fell to the floor next to him. Dubois and Andy were in a panic, not knowing how to help the youth. Alain knelt beside the quivering man while spittle foamed around his mouth. Just then, a manservant carrying a tray of beverages entered. He came to our rescue. Picking up the shaking patient, he laid Ikram’s convulsing head on his lap, cradling him gently until he returned to normal. Clutching my hands firmly to his, Ikram refused to let go. He continued his Arabic jibber-jabber. The rescuer soothed the splattering man to a relaxed state before he finally released my hands.
As suddenly as his seizure had come, he sat up as if nothing extraordinary had happened. He proceeded to ask after our wellbeing nonchalantly, inquiring about our stay at the Quwah. Monsieur Dubois, Andy and the manservant acted as if the ictus had never happened. I sat dumbfounded, staring at this astonishing person. Alain shot me a glance, implying that I should not ogle at Ikram.
After a lengthy greeting and small talk, Dubois turned to our host and remarked, “I should leave the three of you to your discussion.”
The Arab replied in Arabic, “You don’t have to leave. Please stay, I’d like you to be my translator.”
He continued without waiting for Alain’s response. “There is something important I’d like to tell these two gentlemen.” He indicated Andy and me.
Andy and I looked at each other, wondering what on earth the Arab was about to divulge to us. He spoke to my teacher in Arabic. “When I was introduced to these two men the other day, I was filled with a sense of foreboding. The moment I shook hands with you,” he said, looking at Andy, “I detected that you are an exceptional being.
“I’ve been blessed with the ability to see into the past, present and the future for as long as I can remember.
“Andy, you are blessed with many lovers in your past, present and future life. You are love’s devotee – love flows unceasingly to and from you. This young charge of yours is the greatest love of your life in this realm. Although you will have many affairs with other men, your heart is drawn to this boy alone. You will never forget him, and neither will he forget you. A few years from now, you’ll both suffer heartbreak. Oceans will separate the two of you, and you may never get past this experience.
“You are stubborn beings. Be aware, and do not let your egos get in the way of a possible reconciliation in later years. Your individual careers will achieve many successes. But remember, there is a price for every successful accomplishment. My advice to you is to make your life choices with care and precision.”
Andy and I looked at each other in astonishment. We had no idea how to respond to such prognostication; especially coming from someone we met less than an hour ago. We looked toward my professor for his counsel. He, too, was left speechless. We kept silent until Ikram finished speaking. He looked ill at ease and was embarrassed by what he had said. The words that came from his mouth were of divine providence, and it was obvious that he had no control over his delivery.
The kaneeth finally plucked up his courage to speak again. “Please accept my apology if I have offended you. I have no control to my indecorous allocution. I’m Allah’s messenger, and whatever he bids me deliver I have no say about. I often don’t recollect what transpired during my conveyance,” He said sadly.
Alain chimed in to dissipate the air of sobriety that had filled the massive living room. “I’m sure the boys are grateful for your prescient messages.”
I couldn’t help asking, “Do all your clairvoyant predictions come true?”
Ikram was surprised by my question. . . (A Harem Boy's Saga - I - Initiation and II Unbridled are available in print & ebooks at: Amazon, AppleiTunes, B & N, Kobo, Rainbow, Diesel, Google Books, Omnilit, Sony, and SmashWords ebooks.)
Bernard Foong (author) has written Initiation and Unbridled, the first two books in a series of seven:
A Harem Boy's Saga
a memoir by Young.
Synopsis - A Harem Boy Saga:
A Harem Boy's Saga begins with Book I - Initiation and Book II - Unbridled. These provocative stories, spanning 4 decades and 3 continents, are about a Malaysian boy who was sent to an exclusive English boarding school in the 60s. There, he was initiated into a clandestine sexual society and spirited away to serve in a Harem for wealthy and elite Arab men (copyrighted).
Print & ebook are available at:
Amazon, AppleiTunes, B & N, Kobo, Rainbow, Diesel, Google Books, Omnilit, Sony, and SmashWords ebooks.
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