There was once a young shepherd tending a flock of بھیڑوں, بھیڑ at the foot of a mountain near a dark forest. One day, suddenly, as if it were a calling from a shepherd legacy, it struck him that his life circumstances and the milieu within which he resided resembled the situation in the story of the ‘boy who cried wolf’.

Now that he thought about it, it was just perfect. He had to wait just a little while for his days to finally become boring and routine. In any case, it was one of the prerequisites for such an unjustifiably puerile act. Not now. Definitely not now, he thought; what with all the...