Handsome mullahs and ugly mullahs have feelings too, and on this special day when many Americans honer the special ladies who gave them life and nurtured them , I think it fitting we also remember a growing segment of the world citizenry whose wisdom has provided sage counsel for millions of pilgrims of Eastern religion.. Posting thiis on Sunday — my second posting of this day — was rather manditory because on Monday, the humor of the moment will be be lost, “Timing is everthang,” as #43 might say..
Eight years ago, I didn’t know Mullah from Cavitha, but now I do. Patricick Janopolous — an intelligent, affable bloke with a body like “Lurch” of The Adams Family TV classic and a heart like as big as Sherwood Forest, used to be an occasional presence behind the microphone at poetry open mic nights and a welcome visitor to Writers Bloc in the Capitol Caffe days. He often told tales about Mullahs who told tales of the folk idiom kind made popular by Aesop, Christ, Lincoln and John Edwards.
For the record, a mullah is “an educated Muslim, trained in traditional religious law and doctrine and usually holding an official post” according to the Tenth Edition of Merriam Webster’s Collegiate Dictionary.
As mothers guide we of little understanding in our early years, mullahs guide those of their faith who week to grow throughout their spiritual lives. Through their dedication and service, the world, as a whole is made a better place.
Some day, we in the USA will recognize the entire spectrum of faiths as warmly as we engage one faith today and patronize the other at the expense of world peace. Today, let us pause to recognize and appreciate men and women of all faiths, particularly mullahs, particularly today, and pray that that far-off day will not be long in coming.
Only in harmony with the world will the chorus of appreciation for our mothers ring sweetly and joyfully long-enduring…
Live long . . . . . and proper.
