It was not that he was chasing skirts and was a forlorn lover, the reverse was in effect. Females in his village from sixteen to sixty years were in love with him. They called him ‘my Majnun’ (a person madly in love) though he avoided them. He was tall with rugged looks. His head was covered with soft long hairs which he barely cut; his eyes pierced the feminine heart and his smile won them over. His voice was music to their ears whenever he spoke, which was very rare. His name was Yousuf and detested being called Majnun.
He married his cousin after both had completed their graduation from the local college. Their union was decided before their birth by their mothers who were sisters. Though both were at odds on most issues while growing up, he now found her attractive and amusing; he liked her and started calling her Liyana (a soft and tender woman) though her name given at birth was Razia. Gradually he found that his thoughts in his mind remained soaked about her and the heart stirred with emotion when she was with him; he was madly in love with her.
Liyana was aware that she had married a person whom every woman she knew desired as a partner. However, she was disapointed; their first night intimacy was a disaster and the problem continued thereafter whenever they entered into conjugal intimacy. She was a virgin after spending over thirty nights with Yousuf. They had in their own wisdom attempted many postures, positions and massaging, etc however the end result was the same, the erectile failure. Obviously her husband was suffering from Erectile Dysfunction, known as impotence, and defined by difficulty getting and keeping an erection.
Frustrated and dejected, she sought the advice from her mother, who mentioned it to her sister.
Their initial reactions were shock followed by dismay. They asked her not to mention it to anyone including her and Yousuf’s father.
“Is this disease permanent?” Liyana asked them.
“I do not know,” her mother replied.
“What should we do then?” She asked.
“Pray to Allah and ask for His help. He is our well wisher and He will attend to it,” Yousuf’s mother advised her.
“Yes, We will also include this in our Namaz duas,” her mother said.
She looked at them lovingly though her mind remained perplexed.
“I have been praying and seeking Alah’s blessings and help in all my duas after my namaz eversince the first day I encountered this situation,” she replied.
“We are sure, Allah will bless you and this trouble will be resolved,” Yousuf’s mother said.
“I think we should also go to a specialist doctor. He could treat him,” Liyana suggested.
Both the ladies looked at one another and shook their heads. They were afraid of the taunts and sniggering from their relatives and friends when the news reached them.
“No beti, there is no need to go. We will use herbs and masalas and come up with a strong juice which Yousuf can drink daily. I am sure within a few days everything will be fine,” her mother said.
“I suggest you both visit Hazrat Nizamuddin Dargah. He is closer to Allah than us. Plead with him. Ask mannat (vow) and I am certain Allah will listen to the Aulia when he presents Yousuf’s problem to Him,” Yousuf’s mother suggested.
“We can do that later as a last resort. Allow us to visit the specialist first,” Liyana pleaded.
“No, we are certain that Yousuf will get cured by our juice and visit the Dargah. There is no need to visit the doctor presently,” her mother told her in a firm voice.
Liyana sighed and shook her head. She was aware of Yousuf’s dislike for Datgah’s and the so-called healers.
“Most of the stories that I have heard, from my friends who visited the Dargah, are made up and are narrated only to glorify it. When I question them closely about their claims they either give a confused answer or they tell me to shut up as I am disrespecting Aulia,” Liyana told them.
“It seems that you are influenced by your modern friends who do not care about their religion and beliefs. I have full faith in the greatness of Nzamuddin Aulia and have first hand knowledge of persons who have benefitted from his magnanimity and benevolence. Sit down, and hear this interesting incident, which I heard and witnessed,” Liyana’s mother told her.
To be Continued ,,,,,,,,
2 thoughts on “Majnun’s Agony – Part I”
Quite a gripping start to the story. Look forward to the remaining part of it. The plot has a promise to be interesting. I didn’t realise that young people could have erectile dysfunction.
Ram Naidu said it!