The harmless-seeming traffic accident I described in my last post led, overnight, to an intra-cranial hemorrhage. My hands went numb, and finally speech was impaired, too. I was rushed to hospital, CT-scanned, and underwent surgery.
I really don't know why all the medical procedures of the last year resulted in a shaved or bald skull. But now the stubbles have grown, and I look less monkish.
Rashid meant that djinn Iblīs, who is a far better story than the Christian devil. According to the Qur'an, Allah created three kinds of beings (and possibly more of which we don't know yet): Angels (made out of light), djinns (made of pure fire), and humans (made of clay). Of these three species, angels had no free will, but djinns and humans had. So, when Allah presented Adam as the new Lord of the earth, he requested the angels and djinns to bow before him, thus accepting him as their master (Islam is about the most hierarchical/feudalistic religion on the planet, everything is about submission.) Anyway, while everybody else bowed to Adam, Iblīs did not, was expelled from paradise, and was promised he'd end up in hell. He got a new name - Shaitan - and was allowed to tempt humans, before finally going to hell with his victims.
Anyway, I jumped off that metaphorical shovel with which Shaitan was about to fork me to hell. Or rather, that expensive private clinic did the job, with CT and advanced brain surgery. No lasting after-effects, except, maybe, an increase of diligence when walking along crowded streets. And a certain satisfaction that, a few years ago, I decided to live every day as if it were my last.
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