The Story of the Pretty woman A man was walking through the market place one afternoon when, just as the muadhin began the call to prayer, his eyes fell on… …a woman’s back. She was strangely attractive, though dressed in fulsome black, a veil over head and face… …and she now turned to him as if somehow conscious of his over-lingering regard… …and gave him a slight but meaningful nod before she rounded the corner into the lane of silk sellers. As if struck by a bolt from heaven, the man was at once drawn, his heart a prisoner of that look, forever. In vain he struggled with his heart, offering it one sound reason after another to go to his way- wasn’t it time to pray? But it was finished: there was nothing but to follow. He hastened after her, turning into the market of silks, breathing from then exertion of catching up with the woman. Who had unexpectedly outpaced him and even now lingered for an instance at the far end of the market, may shops ahead. ...