Pakistani Myth Story

I just wrote this in 10 minutes or so on Tuesday (October 4, 2005) for my Early American Literature class. I chose to write a myth about how Pakistani people were born based on the Native American myth that we read in our textbook.

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A single jasmine flower sits in the soil as if it were the queen of the night. It’s sweet smell mixing with the honeysuckle. The wind carries this sweet fragrance of jasmine and honeysuckle, swirling, mixing, until it mixes with the rain—and turns into human skin. A man is born.

The rain floods the river, flowing out onto the land and mixing with the soil. The man looks on to see that the different parts of the soil and mud are forming into an animal with the help of the wind and rain. The cows, sheep, and other farm animals are born.

The soil next to the honeysuckle forms into cats while the one next to the jasmine forms into tigers. All this time, the man is looking on…curious and shocked at the same time. A flash of lightening crosses the sky and turns into a bird, bright and colorful, they soar over the man’s head.

The man tries to talk to the animals but he does not understand them and they do not understand him. He shouts into the sky, “Oh God, creator of everything and anything, will you please make someone who can understand me, and who can trust me as I trust them?”

The rain and lightening recedes. The wind is gone…the sun’s rays shining down upon the man.

The man is confused. He thinks, why would God stop the rain, the lightening—the wind? Did he not hear me?

The man looks out onto the land and finds that the flood is gone and the rivers back where they were. A small pond is the only thing left behind. He finds some bubbles coming out of it. A beautiful woman with hair so dark that it almost looks black. Her brown eyes stare into his and she smiles while he smiles back. He thanks God for the companion and then he takes the woman's palm and walks away with her.