The Anthologies: Childhood: The Anthologies
By Tahir Shah
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During a career of thirty years, Tahir Shah has published dozens of books on travel, exploration, topography, and research, as well as a large body of fiction.
Through this extraordinary series of Anthologies, selections from the corpus are arranged by theme, allowing the reader to follow certain threads that are of profound interest to Shah.
Spanning a number of distinct genres – in both fiction and non-fiction work – the collections incorporate a wealth of unpublished material. Prefaced by an original introduction, each Anthology provides a lens into a realm that has shaped Shah's own outlook as a bestselling author.
Regarded as one of the most prolific and original writers working today, Tahir Shah has a worldwide following. Published in hundreds of editions, and in more than thirty languages, his books turn the world back to front and inside out. Seeking to make sense of the hidden underbelly, he illuminates facets of life most writers hardly even realize exist.
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The Anthologies - Tahir Shah
For Malala Yousafzai –
An inspiration in giving children a love of books,
a sense of wonder, and imagination.
The Anthologies:
Africa
Ceremony
Childhood
City
Danger
East
Expedition
Frontier
Hinterland
India
Jungle
Morocco
People
Quest
South
Taboo
By Tahir Shah:
Travel
Trail of Feathers
Travels With Myself
Beyond the Devil’s Teeth
In Search of King Solomon’s Mines
House of the Tiger King
In Arabian Nights
The Caliph’s House
Sorcerer’s Apprentice
Journey Through Namibia
Novels
Jinn Hunter: Book One – The Prism
Jinn Hunter: Book Two – The Jinnslayer
Jinn Hunter: Book Three – The Perplexity
Hannibal Fogg and the Supreme Secret of Man
Hannibal Fogg and the Codex Cartographica
Casablanca Blues
Eye Spy
Godman
Paris Syndrome
Timbuctoo
Midas
Zigzagzone
Nasrudin
Travels With Nasrudin
The Misadventures of the Mystifying Nasrudin
The Peregrinations of the Perplexing Nasrudin
The Voyages and Vicissitudes of Nasrudin
Nasrudin in the Land of Fools
Stories
The Arabian Nights Adventures
Scorpion Soup
Tales Told to a Melon
The Afghan Notebook
The Caravanserai Stories
Ghoul Brothers
Hourglass
Imaginist
Jinn’s Treasure
Jinnlore
Mellified Man
Skeleton Island
Wellspring
When the Sun Forgot to Rise
Outrunning the Reaper
The Cap of Invisibility
On Backgammon Time
The Wondrous Seed
The Paradise Tree
Mouse House
The Hoopoe’s Flight
The Old Wind
A Treasury of Tales
Daydreams of an Octopus and Other Stories
Miscellaneous
The Reason to Write
Zigzag Think
Being Myself
Research
Cultural Research
The Middle East Bedside Book
Three Essays
Anthologies
The Anthologies
The Clockmaker’s Box
The Tahir Shah Fiction Reader
The Tahir Shah Travel Reader
Edited by
Congress With a Crocodile
A Son of a Son, Volume I
A Son of a Son, Volume II
Screenplays
Casablanca Blues: The Screenplay
Timbuctoo: The Screenplay
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First published by Secretum Mundi Publishing Ltd, 2019
THE ANTHOLOGIES: CHILDHOOD
© TAHIR SHAH
Tahir Shah asserts the right to be identified as the Author of the Work in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988.
A CIP catalogue record for this title is available from the British Library.
Visit the author’s website at: www.tahirshah.com
ISBN: 978-1-914960-33-8
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Contents
Introduction
Monsters Under the Bed
The Pebble
The Son Will Finish It
First Steps in the Expedition Business
He Who Scatters Souls
A Mountain to an Ant
A Problem with Secrets
The Gift of Cultural Colour
A Tortoise for Ariane
Why the Heart Beats as it Does
The Book of the Book
Blindfold at the Farm
Joha, the Moroccan
Tell Me a Story…
When Abnormal was Normal
Stories: Handle with Care
Competing Through Children
The Power of Imagination
Buried in Culture
The Water of Paradise
The Man Who Listened
Slipper Feet
Melon City
The People Collection
The Treasure Box
A Child’s Dreamworld
The Lion Who Saw Himself in the Water
Children in Need of Chocolate
The Imagination of Children
Melting the Ice
Mistress of Her Own Fate
Heard on the Medina Grapevine
A College for Storytellers
Nasrudin Against the Red Army
Boy’s Toys
The Value of Selflessness
The Wise Fool
The Gift of a Story
A World Upside Down
Introduction
I THINK OF
my childhood more than most people.
The reason is that, the way I see it, the childhood years are a magical realm of delight – or at least they ought to be. A testing zone for ideas, emotions, sentiments, and all kinds of other interrelated components, they allow a lump of dough to be kneaded before it’s baked into bread.
I believe we are born into the world with a default psychological setting, one that prepares us in the most perfect way for life. The problem is that Occidental society has reprogrammed itself to phase out the genius of our original calibration.
Through a decade or more of so-called ‘education’, children sit in class and are taught how to understand the society they will inherit. However well meaning, I believe the conventional educational system doesn’t prepare kids – because it’s going about it in the wrong way.
When Ariane and Timur were young I fretted a great deal, anxious for them to evade reprogramming, and maintain the default setting of imagination with which they were born.
One evening, as I got them ready for bed, they asked me for a story. In my restless state, I remembered one my father used to tell us – a tale called ‘When the Waters were Changed’.
When they were in their pyjamas and tucked into bed, I told them the tale.
This is how it goes…
There was once a land where the water was very sweet, and where everyone was very happy. The trees were tall, the flowers scented, and the mountain landscapes pristine.
One day, a man who lived in a remote valley had a dream. Through it, he learned that in the coming weeks, the waters of the region would change overnight. The sweet water everyone knew and loved would be swapped for new water. It would look the same and taste the same, but the new water would change the way people would think.
Through his dream the man came to understand that he had to channel the existing water into a reservoir, and drink only from that supply. Without any other instructions, he did as he was bid to do by his dream. Accordingly, he filled a reservoir and made sure he only drank its water. Then, running through the kingdom, he warned others of the impending catastrophe, begging them to do as he had done.
A little time passed. Just as the voice in the dream had described, the waters of the kingdom were magically changed.
The old water was exchanged with new water.
As has been foretold, the new water caused the people to think in a different way. To the man who was drinking the old water – and who kept thinking in the old way – it was a terrible thing. He found that the new thinking was at odds with everything he believed to be right. Everyone thought in the new way because, of course, they were all drinking the new water – all except for him.
As the months passed, people began to regard the man from the remote valley as insane. They couldn’t understand it, but they knew he was wrong and they were right. This conclusion was reached because there were more of them than there were of him.
More time passed, and the man who was drinking from his reservoir of old water found himself becoming increasingly isolated. The people down on the plateau shunned him when he ventured there. They became progressively bitter, asserting that he was sick or mad, or both.
One day, the man could stand it no more. He went to the reservoir of old water he’d kept in secrecy, and drained every last drop. Then, anxiously, he moved down to the plateau and lived among the people there – drinking the new water just like they all did.
At first, they continued to spurn him.
But with time, they saw he was quite sane. After that, they’d say to each other that the man had gone mad for a time but had eventually reverted to normality again thanks to the power of prayer.
In the same way that the man in the story tried to hold out, but had no choice but to go with the flow, I see Ariane and Timur – and all the other kids out there – have no alternative but to be like everyone else.
Or do they?
Perhaps, if we recalibrate ourselves little by little, we’ll reach a time when there would be no need for recalibration at all – because we will be exactly as we were at the beginning… programmed in a way we were supposed to be, right from the start.
Tahir Shah
Monsters Under the Bed
ON THE EVE
of my sixth birthday, my father tucked me into bed.
‘Are you excited for tomorrow?’ he asked.
‘No,’ I whispered.
‘Why not?’
‘Because I’m frightened.’
‘Frightened of what?’
‘Of the monsters under my bed.’
Stooping down, he peered into the darkness.
‘Nothing there.’
‘That’s because they’re invisible monsters.’
‘If you don’t think about them, they’ll go away.’
‘But they’ll just hide under someone else’s bed, and that doesn’t seem fair,’ I said. ‘You see, that’s how they came to my bedroom in the first place.’
Perching on the edge of my bed, my father smoothed the blanket with his hand, and said:
‘I’ll tell you something… something that will protect you throughout your life.’
‘From monsters?’
‘Yes. And all kinds of other things… things that frighten you, or that you don’t understand.’
‘What is it, Baba?’
‘A suit of armour.’
‘Like the one down in the hallway?’
‘A little bit like that, but different as well.’
‘Will I wear it?’
‘Yes you will.’
‘Can I see it?’
Leaning back, my father grinned, the kind of magical grin that preceded something special.
‘This suit of armour isn’t like others that you’ve seen before. It’s different because it’s not made of metal.’
‘Then it won’t stop the arrows and the swords.’
‘Ah, but it will… in its own way.’
‘How?’
‘By protecting you from the inside out.’
I didn’t understand. All my friends had fathers who said things simply, while mine spoke in riddles.
‘What’s it made of, then?’
‘Of stories.’
‘What kind of stories?’
‘Stories about the bravest and most amazing fool who ever lived.’
‘What’s his name?’
Dark eyes reflecting the lamplight, my father replied:
‘His name is Nasrudin.’
The years passed, and eventually I broke free from the shackles of childhood.
While my former classmates set about getting sensible jobs, fat salaries, and supposed trophies of success, I embarked on an altogether different path.
I decided to devote my life to the restlessness that filled me from the tip of my heels, to the great swathe of nut-brown hair that once crowned my head.