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Ahmad and His Magic Carpet

by William Szczepanek

Chapter One: The Local Race

 Chapter Two: The Discovery

   Ahmad picked up some groceries from the market as his mother had asked him and began his walk back home.  He was happy that he could attend the race even only as a spectator.  He never quite understood why the mean kids always seemed to win.
He trudged down the dusty road alone and hoped he would not meet up with the boys again.  As he approached a curve in the road near his home he decided to cut across the small desert dune to save some time.  He climbed up the sand hill, his legs aching from the effort.  As he started to descend the other side of the dune he saw a piece of cloth sticking up out of the sand.  He put the groceries down and pulled on the dirty cloth.  As he did so he uncovered more and more of the fabric.  He removed all of the sand with his hands and discovered that he was holding a carpet.  It was dingy and dirty from being in the sand for who knows how long.  He wondered if it was a flying carpet.  It looked really old.  He placed it on the ground, grabbed his groceries and spoke to the carpet.

   “Rise and fly,” he pleaded. 
  Nothing happened.  His disappointment grew. 
  “Please fly,”  he begged. 
  Again, nothing happened.  He stepped off of the carpet and started his walk home turning to look at the carpet as he marched forward indignantly.
  “Oh, go fly away you dumb carpet,” he said disappointedly and started to turn back toward home when he thought he saw something move.  It must have been the wind, he thought.  But the wind was calm.

    He walked back to the carpet and looked at it squarely.
   “Fly carpet!” he commanded.  He noticed an edge of the carpet turn upward.
   “Fly carpet!” he commanded sternly.  Again the same edge of the carpet turned upward.  He got back on the carpet and knelt down on it.
  “RISE CARPET,” he commanded loudly.  The carpet lifted an inch off the ground and floated in the air.
  The carpet moved forward slowly in the direction of his home.  He grabbed the front of the carpet and continued to yell, even louder, commanding the carpet to fly. The carpet moved very slowly across the ground, occasionally skimming the sandy surface, but it kept moving.  In a few minutes he was in front of his house, crouching on the carpet while holding the groceries.

   “MOTHER!” he yelled. 
  His mother came running out of the house and his father rushed from around he side of the house where he had been working.
  “Ahmad, where did you get that?” his mother inquired suspiciously. 
  “You must return it,” his Father insisted.
  “But, I found it,”  he complained. “It’s mine.  It was buried in the dune in front of our house.”
  His father looked at it closely.  He felt the weave.  He looked at the binding.
  “This is a good carpet you have here.  There are gold fibers woven it into it.  It may have belonged to a prince.
  “A prince?”  Ahmad laughed.  This thing barely moves.  I would think that a prince would have a better carpet than this.
  His father picked up the carpet and shook it vigorously.  Dirt, sand and dust flew into the air.
  “Carpet rise,” his father commanded in a low tone of voice.  The carpet lifted to about 2 feet off the ground.  Ahmad’s eyes opened widely. 
  “You try it, Ahmad,” his father encouraged.
  “CARPET RISE!” he pleaded and the carpet lowered to about a foot off the ground.
  “What’s the matter.?  It won’t listen to me. It flies better since you shook it, but it still seems sluggish.
  “Don’t beg the carpet, Ahmad.  Command the carpet with your mind. You control the carpet through your attitude.  Believe what you tell it.  If you believe what you tell the carpet, it will respond.  Now, get on the carpet.”

   Ahmad stepped on the carpet and knelt down.
  “Don’t kneel down.  Stand up,” his father instructed.
  “But, what if I fall off?”
  “Do you believe you will fall off?”  If you do, then you will.  If you stand firmly you can balance more easily and control the carpet better.”
  “But all of the racers kneel down.  They say it‘s more aerodynamic, less wind resistance, therefore better performance.”
  “Twaddle,” his father scowled. “It’s in the mind.  Believe it.”

   Ahmad got to his feet.  He steadied himself as the carpet still floated about a foot off the ground.
  “Continue,” his father said confidently.
  “Be careful,” his mother implored.
  Ahmad’s father looked at her with a grimace.
  “Okay, do it,” his mother encouraged.
  “Carpet fly,”  Ahmad instructed confidently.
  The carpet rose and moved forward slowly.
  “Take it around the house.  Let’s see what it can do,” his father said with a wink.

   Ahmad stood more firmly on the carpet and climbed to around 10 feet.  More dust flew from the carpet and he rose to around 20 feet.  He soared over the top of the house and leaned into a steep dive.  The carpet responded well as he turned left, then right in a figure eight, and brought the carpet down next to his smiling parents.

   “Wow!!!” Ahmad screamed.  That was great.  I bet this carpet can go really fast. 
   His father examined the carpet further. 
  “There seems to be something wrong with the fibers.  It’s not undulating evenly.  I think the dirt is preventing it from working efficiently.  “I can fix that,” his mother said.  “Give it to me.  I’ll wash it tonight and it will be dry by tomorrow morning.”

Chapter Three: The Transformation




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