Maulana Sahib And Gulshan Ali

Maulana Sahib sat at a small street stall, sipping tea, when Gulshan Ali approached him with a stick in hand. "Hey Maulana Sahib, peace be upon you!" Gulshan Ali shouted loudly. Maulana Sahib was startled, spitting out his tea. "Oh Allah!"

Gulshan Ali peered into Maulana's tea cup. "What happened, sir? Is there a fly in the tea?" Maulana cleaned his mouth slowly. "No, it's not that. But it seems there's definitely some intoxication in the tea here."

Gulshan Ali looked confused. "Pardon me?" Maulana waved it off. "Never mind. Sir, the tea is good, but I think about it like someone with a heart disease – you'll surely reconcile him with God."

Gulshan Ali smiled guiltily. "Fine... sorry." Maulana welcomed him to sit down. "Come, come, sit down." Gulshan Ali sat opposite Maulana, his stick resting beside him. "Yes, thank you! I had a question, Maulana."

Maulana looked at him expectantly. "Yes, ask!" Gulshan Ali asked directly, "Tell me, what is the treatment for this coronavirus?" Maulana's expression changed, and he stood up as if from a dream. "Sorry?"

Gulshan Ali repeated his question. "Yes, I've asked a direct question, answer it!" Maulana sighed. "Look, don't be afraid. This is a trial from Allah, a punishment for the infidels, and Muslims should ask for forgiveness from their Lord."

Gulshan Ali nodded, making hand gestures. "And it transfers from one person to another like a communicable disease." Maulana interrupted, finishing his tea. "Firstly, no disease can be transmitted from one person to another. Secondly, it's a punishment from Allah. Fear Allah and turn to Him. Who listens to what the media says?"

Gulshan Ali smiled victoriously. "Yes! What did you say first?" Maulana hesitated. "I said fear Allah." Gulshan Ali pressed on. "No, no, before that!" Maulana disappointedly replied, "I said that disease doesn't spread from one person to another."

Gulshan Ali laughed, taking out his mobile phone to record Maulana. "You do amazing, sir!" Maulana quickly hid his face. "Look, I've actually presented the meaning of a hadith before you." Gulshan Ali added filters to his video. "No, no, no! Don't talk like that."

As the conversation continued, Gulshan Ali's intentions became clear – he was looking to expose Maulana's views on social media. Maulana, realizing this, grew frustrated. "When it's a hadith, then I'll interpret it as a hadith." Gulshan Ali smiled awkwardly. "No! The hadith is true, but I don't believe it... By the way, you're such an artistic liar."

The exchange ended with Maulana throwing money on the table and leaving. "Look, my tea is over, I'm going! You should do one thing – leave two streets and have a mental check-up in the asylum. I heard they now provide treatment for free. Okay! Allah Hafiz."

Later that night, Gulshan Ali visited Maulana's home, bringing halwa and apologizing for his earlier behavior. Maulana forgave him, but warned him to keep his tongue under control. "Look, I've forgiven you, but keep your tongue under control. Well, it's okay... tonight. Thank you for the trouble... Allah Hafiz."