Alien Souls and Other Stories
(Pell Street Blue, Mystery of the Talking Idols, Charmed Life, A Simple Act of Piety)
Nonfiction, Religion & Spirituality, Middle East Religions, Islam, Fiction & Literature, Short Stories, Romance
| Author: | Achmed Abdullah | ISBN: | 1230000036813 |
| Publisher: | Jame-Books | Publication: | December 3, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Achmed Abdullah |
| ISBN: | 1230000036813 |
| Publisher: | Jame-Books |
| Publication: | December 3, 2012 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
The Alien Souls And Other Stories is a collection of short stories by Achmed Abdullah, written in 1922. This collection contains the following stories: Alien Souls, Fear, The Incubus, Pro Patria, Pell Street Blue, Mystery of the Talking Idols, Charmed Life, A Simple Act of Piety.
“Above him the jagged, bitter rocks of the higher mountains where scrub oak met pine and where pine to use the chief's words met the naked heart of Allah. Still higher up the hard-baked, shimmering snows of the Salt Range, hooded and grim like the gigantic eye brow of some heathen Pukhtu god, a god mourning the clank and riot of the days before the Arabs pushed into Central Asia and whipped the land into the faith of Islam alone there with his pride and his clan; clear away from the twitter and cackle of the city marts, from the turrets and bell-shaped domes of Kabul, from the strangling lash of the Ameer's decrees; sloughing his will and his passion as snakes cast their skin; brooking no master but himself and the black mountain thunder.”
The Alien Souls And Other Stories is a collection of short stories by Achmed Abdullah, written in 1922. This collection contains the following stories: Alien Souls, Fear, The Incubus, Pro Patria, Pell Street Blue, Mystery of the Talking Idols, Charmed Life, A Simple Act of Piety.
“Above him the jagged, bitter rocks of the higher mountains where scrub oak met pine and where pine to use the chief's words met the naked heart of Allah. Still higher up the hard-baked, shimmering snows of the Salt Range, hooded and grim like the gigantic eye brow of some heathen Pukhtu god, a god mourning the clank and riot of the days before the Arabs pushed into Central Asia and whipped the land into the faith of Islam alone there with his pride and his clan; clear away from the twitter and cackle of the city marts, from the turrets and bell-shaped domes of Kabul, from the strangling lash of the Ameer's decrees; sloughing his will and his passion as snakes cast their skin; brooking no master but himself and the black mountain thunder.”
