The wonder was that it took thousands of miles of journey away from home, almost three decades of one’s life to learn that donkeys are not what we think they are, but something else too…
There
is a saying in Arabic which translates to – ‘seek knowledge even if you have to
go as far as China’. Though its origin, meaning and context are debated upon,
two things stood out for me. One, the distance one may/can/should travel in
quest for knowledge. Two, the very search for knowledge. Meaning, the knowledge
readily available at hand with us may or may not be true. And so, it is a
constant search for knowledge which includes both learning and unlearning.
Today I am going to tell you a
story which highlights the above two points. It is a travel story (distance)
and it involves learning and unlearning (knowledge). Was I traveling in search
of knowledge? No. I just happened to experience some things, the visuals of
which are going to stay for quite a long time with me. And no points for guessing
that the story has donkeys and darkness in it. J
Remember those early days in your life where you had to repeat A for Apple, B
for blah blah…. & D for Donkey… ?!?! I am sure you do.
Since the time I was introduced
to a donkey, never heard an adult speak anything but ill of it. I have always
heard it being used to refer to (ahem.. to scold) children and adolescents who
are lazy, dull and slow; to mock down someone
for his or her donkey-like voice – braying, hee-haw, hee-haw; ‘Parading on
a donkey’ is a humiliating and an insulting form of punishment across many
cultures. Even in slightly positive sounding expression like ‘I’ve been working
like a donkey’ the focus is on the unpleasant, menial, bone breaking hard work
for long hours rather than on patience, endurance or for that matter anything remotely positive.
My husband and I had a flight to
catch the next day and so all we were left to explore this vast place was just
half a day. Though we were told it takes at least a day to explore important
spots and a maximum of 3-4 days to see the place thoroughly, we were determined
to tick off yet another wonder of the world and set out to make the most of the
half-a-day we had. Reaching there hungry and tired after a 3-hour long drive by road
from Amman (Capital of Jordan), we quickly hopped on to horses thinking they will
give us a quick parade of the place. Shockingly the horses abandoned us right
at the inside entrance beyond which they were not allowed.
After walking for quite a long
distance exploring the narrow gorges, carved rocks, a roman theatre, sand art
artifacts, temple on a hill and surveying the vast hilly red sandstone landscape,
we knew that it was time to go as we were nearing the closing hours. But then,
in a desperate attempt to see more in the short span remaining, I inquired from a fellow tourist about the one thing that is worth seeing and should not be
missed for anything. He pointed towards a monastery located high up on a hill,
the view from which will be breath-taking he said. But there is a caveat here, it
usually takes 75 to 90 minutes to hike the hill by foot :/ which we didn’t have.
Just then, two men – Mahmoud and
Adil (names changed) approached us claiming to be our saviors and breakers of
our dilemma – to head ahead or to head back. They said “believe us .. we can
take you up the hill on our donkeys and leave you at the exit in reasonable
time”. I was taken over by FOMO (Fear of Missing out) not just the monastery and
the view from there but most importantly the donkey ride. I was excited to take
my first donkey ride, which was literally going to be a steep up-hill task. My
husband was a little hesitant at first to take this long bumpy ride uphill fearing
for our backs, fading light and the chances of us getting trapped behind closed
doors. Nevertheless, he agreed and there we were on our first donkey rides.
There was a visible strong bond and
a deep understanding between Mahmoud and Adil. They knew each other for years. Mahmoud was
more speak-your-heart kind of a person and Adil was let-silence-speak type. Both
of them speak English so well. Not only English, they even picked up some
Japanese (at least that was what they said they were speaking when they
blabbered something in Japanese). The to-journey conversation was mostly
trivial touristy talk.
Thankfully, the donkeys didn’t seem
to share such an affiliation for each other (at least at the outset) and so are
not disturbed or distracted by their masters’ constant chitter chatter. At times,
the masters even let the donkeys loose, we the ‘riders’ were worried especially
when the donkeys tend to sway towards the edges of the pathway, by the sides of
which were low lying areas. We were amazed by not just the agility with which the
donkeys climbed the steps but also the strength of the lungs of the two masters
who were all the while walking uphill along side the donkeys.
Finally, we reached a point on
the hill beyond which donkeys weren’t allowed and we had to walk for a few
minutes to reach the monastery and the viewpoint beyond it. We were the only
two walking towards it while the rest of the tourists were heading back. We were
hoping to get a good glimpse of the place while there was still some light. We
managed to reach just on time panting, took a deep breath and enjoyed the breathtaking
view. The cold winds blowing right into our faces swallowed the tiredness and
exhaustion caused by the scorching heat of the day.
With a selfie break every now and
then, engrossed in sharing our overwhelming joy for having made it this far in
no time, we finally met Mahmoud and Adil at the same point where they left us
earlier. They seemed cool and relaxed. Neither our delay in returning to the spot
nor the fading light made any difference to them. Neither were we worried, as we were still stuck in the state of joyful
inertia.
But no sooner than we reached the foot of the hill, with hardly any
light left (no sun, no moon, no street lighting, no mobile torch… ) to guide us
through, the elephant in the room – the darkness – became more visible. It engulfed the vast lands of Petra.
No longer can one distinguish between a mountain, a gorge, a cave, a rock .. It was all dark. A vast black blanket with no end and no beginning, unfolded in front
of our eyes in seconds.
My husband and I switched to our mother tongue trying to give each other
hope by assuring one another that these donkey masters must be carrying a small
torch, to guide us till the exit. But we spoke too soon. Something very strange
happened. Mahmoud hopped on the donkey I was sitting on and Adil on my husband’s.
I was confused how to react. Should have waited and watched what happens? (Oh
wait… what was there to watch, it was pitch dark) Should have asked him not to sit
behind me? Should have done this or
that? But dumbstruck, all I did was, to say to my husband “Lets see where this
goes… be ready for the worst”. That was how four blind people on two donkeys
wandered the depths of darkness, with at least two of them unsure as to where
they were headed.
For Mahmoud and Adil, it seemed
like the most natural move, a business-as-usual. For donkeys it did not make any difference
except addition of a little more weight on their backs. You can imagine what
all must have crossed the brains of the two strangers of the land. Never was I
so blind in my homeland, even on pitch-black nights, for I could see a light of
familiarity guiding me through unknown and uncertain circumstances. One thing
was clear though, that Mahmoud and Adil were as blind as we both were and that
the donkeys were the only torch bearers of the party.
I did not understand whether the
donkeys could actually see the way, or they just remembered it ‘blindly’. I was
awestruck by the skillfulness with which they were carrying us through the
narrow gorges. There were times when my shoe would touch a side wall, and then
I groped with my hand to touch the side walls of the gorge we were passing
through. That was it, that was the proof that the donkey truly knew where
it was going. Yes, the donkeys were the only ones in that party, who knew the
darkness, who saw through the darkness.
Mahmoud was equally talkative during
our return journey, but something made him to dive into deep emotional
conversations. Maybe it is the physical distance between us or just that the
darkness made his invisible mask (which we all wear on our faces and hearts) to
disappear. He talked about his family, his struggles, his father’s demise, how it
left a vacuum in his heart, how they like sneaking into Petra and party under
the moonlight ..so on and so forth.
Within a few minutes we could
literally see the light at the end of the dark tunnel through which we were
passing through. As we bid farewell to the two masters and their donkeys at the
exit gate, and started walking away, the pieces of puzzle seem to have fallen
in place. It seemed as if our unplanned, unintentional travel to distant lands finally
found its purpose and meaning.
Wonders of the world may seem majestic,
gigantic, and vast but true wonders lie in the lives of Mahmoud and Adil-likes
who epitomized honesty, hard work, smartness, curiosity, compassion, and
innocence. The wonder was that it took thousands of miles of journey away from
home, almost three decades of one’s life to learn that donkeys are not what we
think they are, but something else too… The imprint those donkeys left on me
was not that of their screeching sounds, not their laziness, not even their
menial mindless work but an impression of a smart ass..! Right now at this very
moment, a smart ass might be sitting near you and you may be blind with
prejudice to identity him or her… Go find those donkeys who can guide you through your darkness....
