Turns out, since then, if to give the words of the men of letters the benefit of doubt, time managed to grind the fastness of mountain ranges, dry up one seas and stow full of others, melt ice and turn the wood into the black stone.

 ….But this story was being kept….

May somebody remembered it in another narration, somebody has his/her hypothesizes, interpretations, guesses; perhaps it seems to anybody that all these things could never happen at all.

   I know what I know.

The girl, named Hauva¹, was living in the paradise and did not realize about it.

The green leaves are to throw blessed shadows, sheltering from the burning arrows of the sun and there are fruits of any color, scent and taste within the reach of your hand: dried apricots, persimmon, grapes, oranges, nuts, pomegranates…Then it was possible to rinse the meal down with the dense milk of coconut or the spicy honey-dew, or scummy juice of white-bark birch-trees.

But what next?

And next, next, next?

And at all times?

She couldn’t define from what time that has happened, but Hauva has lost the taste to the most delicious fruits and all the drinks and became to prefer the cold water from the crystal spring.

She would say: “Melancholy” if she knew that there was a melancholy under the sun. She would complain of loneliness if she knew that there was loneliness under the sun; she would curse a doomed womanhood which nobody needs.

But Hauva wasn’t aware of the fact that she is a woman.

 

¹ Hauva (Hava, Eva) – according to religious and mythological ideas, she is the wife of Adam, the first woman and foremother (ancestress) of the race of humans.

 

La il liaha illa.

Alla! There is no God,

but Allah! He is great,

he is in charge of anything and he is mighty.

Who would be able to contravene that?

Everything is dependent to him and within his power. He didn’t make account of Hauva’s languor as he had other problems. One mustn’t rely on his angles which were made by him in everything.

He especially distinguished five of them.

Azrael¹ was put the prosecutorial sword in his hands.

Jabril² was authorized (assigned) to be a mediator in fulfillment of his outline.

Mikail³ was in charge of external affairs, and Israfil⁴ was in charge of internal ones. Hazazyl⁵ was entrusted to care the gardens and vineyards, and he was busy with matters connected with the art of beauty upon occurrence.

Divining the future, Allah foresaw that there would be a day when the Earth, populated by the living creatures-humans, will be stunned by the thunderous voice of Israfil and his exclamation will raise even dead people from their tombs and everybody will rush with hope to return to the life in paradise, but Isfail will get beforehand an order: to lead everyone along the bridge Kiyamet Kayum which is thinner than the thinnest hairspring and sharper than the sharpest damask sword. That’s what it is the sinners of all the colors and shades such as thieves and lechers, liars and robbers, accusers, bribe-takers, drunkards will fall down to the fire with horrid yells… And what humans will be there among the ones who crossed an allowable line and committed misconduct.

¹ Azrail (Izrail) – in the Islamic mythology it is the Angel of Death 

². Jibril coincides with the Biblical archangel Gabriel; he appeared in front of Muhammad for Koran text transmission.

³. Mikail coincides with the Biblical archangel Michael; he is a protector, angel of mercy and defender from the forces of evil.

⁴. Israfil transmits the Allah’s decisions to the other angels; he is an agent of the great Day of Judgment.

⁵. Hazazyl (Azazel) is an evil Angel, a seducer of the humankind who taught the men to make war and the craft of armorer and taught women of the fornicarious arts of face painting and feticide.

All of these things Allah had destined before he populated the Earth by the restless human race, that’s why it will take lots of time prior to the necessity to set the Day of Judgment.

In the meantime…

He could be in a state of bliss while the younger angels, divided according to kinds of duties – the first ones anointed with fragrances his hands and feet (that is that – age, gout is evident), the second ones rubbed diligently the loins (radicular pain makes sufferings), the third ones watched at bed side with the fans from thatches and ostrich feathers (they brushed away hornets and gnats), the fourth ones brought the food on the golden tablemats and drinks in the golden cups (dietary regime: to eat by driblets with brief intervals).

From the same host of angels Hazazyl chose the most vociferous ones and make out a choir that was singing the doxology without stop: ‘ Lia illiaha illa Allah…lia illiaha illa Allah’ which means: “There is no God but Allah”.

Hauva would wanted but there was no place to disappear from the mournful doxology – neither in the deep ravines or dark caves, nor on the peaks of the mountains and hills, nor in the thicket of bushes and trees, tangled by lianas, nor in the bottom-lane forests, bordering the streaming waters.

It is commonly known that the material for Hauva creation was coal clay. But Allah at first sculptured two apes and a human from this clay and he named the human Adam¹ in order him to be distinguished from the apes.

There was nothing to be especially proud.

¹ Adam is the first man in the religious mythology.

furnished just in case during creation  is dangled while he was walking but he is none the worst for it! It is not even clear if the words of doxology reach his ears, if he understands to whom he is obliged to his appearance on the face of the Earth?

Allah called Hazazyl. Let him think…It is necessary to create another living being, the new one…Touched by the trust Hazazyl moved away.

He was waving wings for a long time, spreading and furling them – doubting about the best way to fulfill the commission. Several times he threw discontentedly away almost ready shape as he wanted to reach perfection before Allah would fill it with mixed up clay and breathe life into it!

Hazazyl has no any experience but, perhaps an answer struck him suddenly, as nobody would be able to create the better form than he did. That’s why pride obsessed him and Hazazyl became arrogant.

To tell the truth there were reasons for that.

Deep lines of sloping shoulders descended to the waistline and tapered in order to add it again, cherishing an eye by the beauty of hips, and became rounded in the place of knee-caps, and further - ended by the high ball of the foot... And what a face!!! But for him, Hazazyl, there would not be such a smooth forehead, pink cheeks, well-turned nose and a delicate chin… There would not be existed so bright eyes which were simultaneously flaming like the sun and crystalline as the water of uncluttered source.

But just one unexpectedness has happened. The day when Allah filled up the shape was windy, and the wind swirled the flower from the sycamore in the garden of Sydrat-al-Muttah. The flower was swirled, swirled and got into the clay mixing, and with the clay mixing it got into the shape that Hazazyl has created.

The juices of the flower fed obviously the young woman inside, came into her flesh and blood, and not only gave her the living force and charming to her beauty, but also made her sensitive, restless and the person who rejects without thinking  the tedious happiness of the paradisiacal existence. 

However all these things have not appeared at once and not it is time to tell about sycamore.

At first sycamore was crooked and knobby, in addition its flowers could not attract anybody by their special brightness of coloring, delicacy of flavor and elegancy of the petal. Other trees stayed in the initial condition, but sycamore did not get to be the same. It reached for the sun with all of its branches, put the leaves under all the rains, wasn’t stock-still during the long-lasted cold weather and didn’t bend under the wind.

And what’s the result? In the garden of Sydrat-al-Muttah there is no tree which could be slimmer than sycamore, firmer, more beautiful and enduring than it. And the flowers besiege its branches, being iridescent and very colorful.

It’s not occasionally that Hauva felt some kind of kinship with sycamore, that’s why she found the rest and recumbence in its shadow, nestling to its reliable trunk with the whole body.

Why so? She could not know about that.

 

Hauva fixed often her eyes on Hazazyl. He appeared in the paradise constantly on an urgent business and the swish of his wings became as habitual as the sough of light wind

Four other angels did not visit often the paradise. They preferred heavens - garshe, in other words outer space, speaking contemporarily.

There was Allah, and Azrail, Hibrail, Mekail, Israfil were not absent themselves from his mighty person. They took meals with him, were under the beams of sunny wind with great delight and enjoyed in the downy clouds.

Now it is impossible to define under what kind of circumstances Hazazyl had been created, but the spirit of anxiety lived inside of him, so his wings were rarely folded and his eyes shined brighter than Hauva’s ones.

Such a person he was. Far from Adam who was an indifferent creature with blank stare, existing in the paradise without any reason… If he is going around in circles or sleeping, and at that time his snoring is frightening the birds of paradise which look like the hovering flowers.

In paradise it is not necessary to count the time that is why it is difficult to specify when Allah set the date for examination everything which he had created. It was obviously made to make an account; to clear up what is available, what is necessary to be reworked; and what is overall forgotten.

Judging from the fact that the angels’ choir raised the doxology with much higher eagerness it was easy to suggest that something outstanding is expected.

But Hauva, nothing worrying about, was sitting back to the trunk of sycamore watching Hazazyl who was on the jump for unknown reason today…

The tranquility of Hauva, and bows of Hazazyl were of no account for our forefather Adam. He has found the bunches of grape-vine not long before emerged fuss, bailed out juice with the help of bent leaf  and was enjoying a balmy sleep on the soft sand.

Azrail, Hibrail, Mekail, Israfil joined the host of angels with lower rank…

And everybody faded sacredly in anticipation…

Then Allah came down to the Earth. He had a black, spotted snake in his hand and he sped his fire-breathing horses with the help of that snake, using it like a lash.

Doxology whirled up toward him, drowning the wind sough in the top of trees and the roar of the fall cascading from the rock, and Adam’s snoring, and the rattle of the stones springing along the slope…

He was met by four of them, who were on their knees and with bowed heads in sign of obedience, the rest of angels were prostrating down.

Only Hazazyl continued standing.

His head was reared proudly, his eyes were flashing fire.

How he dared? Has he really experienced the influence of refermented juice?!

Allah went his burning eyes on him, calling to come to senses, and pointed to the ground with his lash. That meant for Hazazyl to smother his pride, to bow as everybody as other angels were not worse than him!

But Hazazyl jerked up his head even higher and laughed contemptuously. For him to go on knees?.. For him who exceled Allah himself in the art of creating of living beings?

Who doubts let him raise his head. Here is Hauva…She is a truly godlike perfection!

The things, which have not existed before, happen for the first time sooner or later…

The rebellion of Hazazyl made Allah flare up.

And being convulsed with anger he whiffed the word, which he never hoped to talk by any reason and that was the word of curse:

-          Liaganat.

And again – with thunder blast:

-          Liaganat.

He waved his hand and the black, spotty snake enlaced Hazazyl’s neck

-          Liaganat.

Hazazyl stripped the snake-lash from his neck and flung it sharply back to the speechless with rage Allah. Hazazyl swung with his wings and flew easily up to the peak of the mountain, following nobody, as if he was Allah, he did not admit the right to be prostrated on his knees.

Allah threw discontentedly the fire arrow of lightning to the white light and made a thunder-blast again.

But all of that did not made Hazazyl to return.

Hauva could not realize what had happened, but she liked that he continued standing while everybody went down to their knees, she also liked when Hazazyl and a grey-beard old man kicked about a snake with black and yellow skin.

After injured Hazazyl left, Allah and those who obeyed readily his will, Hauva made herself comfortable in the shadow of sycamore.

As for Adam he slept through this entire event which had an essential influence with further destiny of paradise inhabitants. 

Hazazyl did not regret that showed disrespect. He even had half a mind to annoy more the old man in some way. These thoughts became stronger when next day he descended to the lawn in the locality of the young woman.

The intention was good, say nothing, but there is something to think over…

They, angels, appeared long before al-misah, that is the creation of the world. They eat out the fruits of immortality to the full. The whole world is opened in front of them. And they themselves are open for communication with each other…But what future is waiting for the mortal woman like Hauva?

Hazazyl was inflamed with fit of the burning anger. No, no and another no!  He is not going to allow that…. He took the responsibility. It is necessary to undertake something, but what?...

Perhaps shall I give Hauva to taste the fruit from the tree of immortality?...Doubtfully…” I myself, - he thought, - realized after yesterday ebullition that if the soul is eternal so it is sealed for damnation and sufferings. It is better to render Hauva to the death than to condemn to everlasting humiliation so it’s not understandable for her that she is humiliated. It’s necessary to give her to eat the fruit from the tree of good and evil. Let the life disasters reach her but, at any rate, she will know how to cope with them.  Well, what next?  I know! Know! To be the progenitor of upcoming generation of her like. That’s her destination.  Mother of human being….She must have a vivid soul and mind… To break a ban and eat from the tree of good and evil. – it’s a grievous sin, yes! But it’s much worse, and there is no even name for it, it’s to leave this beautiful creature in the present posture of affairs”. 

He raised Hauva and the tight opposing air flow hit in their faces, and the paradise vastness has opened in its full splendor from the height.

Till that time Hazazyl has not held a gentle, flickering, warm, living woman’s body so close by himself… He could only suppose what the mortal men would feel touching, for example, full and soft woman breasts. He was influenced by the burning envy to them holding Hauva in his embracement. He was a feathered, handsome and immortal creature, but in spite of all this he was ready to exchange if anybody would propose him this interchange.

Anything and everything in this world has not only beginning but also ending.

Their flight has ended.

Hauva was standing near unfamiliar tree and was holding golden and reddish scented fruit in her hand which it was given by Hazazyl who had torn it off the twig.

An apple…

And nothing has happened – no lightning flash or thunder clap. This fact assured Hazazyl once again, so make it happen and then be that as it may.

Hauva was playing with the apple deliberately.

Hazazyl showed her with the gesture what it is necessary to do and she put the apple to her lips.

She nibbled it.

And the same but quite another world has opened in front of Hauva.

She learnt immediately the essence of heaven, essence of mould and the essence of water…She felt an unspeakable delight of embracement and nestle up to Hazazyl, palmed with her fingers the fine down of his wings.

But angel is an angel and Hazazyl, got free softly, flied up to the low twig of the tree of knowledge of good and evil and touched thoughtfully a broken stalk which kept a forbidden fruit intact just a moment ago.

Hauva looked around perplexedly, discovering one thing after another.

Here is…a tree? Yes, it a tree. A stream is springing from stone to stone and in its splashes…Yes, it’s the sun is reflecting in its splashes… Grass…Flowers…Nothing existed which she could not give a name.

On a whim she has noticed ready at hand, near the tree of knowledge of good and evil this simpleton… Where has he appeared from? His name is Adam, She is Hauva, and he is Adam.

She continued holding the apple in her hand.

What if…?  Trying to find support she looked up at Hazazyl. But he neither strengthened, nor repelled her intention. She had to decide on her own.

And she decided…

-          Give it a try!

 

Adam understood nothing but bit the apple off with crackle from her hand, and Hauva shivered….Looking like the former Adam, he stand fundamentally different in front of her.

He was smiling.

He has not said a word yet but Hauva defined faultlessly that another enormous world, which was seen so many times before but now seen in other way, has been opened for him either

And Hauva also realized that she could be thrown into a heat not because of downy embracement of the angel.

She ,woman, cognized a shame.

-          Cover up your private parts…- she said severely.

After saying that, she threaded the big leaves together with flowers on the thin liana.

The same waistcloth but without any decoration she has made forAdam.

He put on the waistcloth; moreover, it did not get in his way. She was still talking about shame but Adam did not understand her a lot. But he had time to discover all the exciting bends of her white, like snow, and pink, like a down, body, so Adam moved up to her in order to hug her…

-          Hey, wait… - Hauva said that in a clear Kazakh language for some reason, so I would understand everything If I were somewhere nearby. – What are you thinking about now?

-          Me? I am thinking about the thing which you are thinking about too, - Adam could come up with an answer, and also in Kazakh language.

-          You are blushless! –she he raised her voice on him.

Adam did not know for sure yet but foggily guessed that severity can be pretentious, and it is not always necessary to trust a true indignation.

Hazazyl gave a rub wing to wing and flew away.

He did not regret about apple, which lied in the grass near the tree to be unfinished.

He was not afraid of forfeit which is waiting for him.

But he was sad.

Hauva wanted to come back to sycamore.

Adam settled naturally in the same place.

They have found their first shelter there and became to live like husband and wife.

The only apple was purloined disrespectfully from the only tree of knowledge of good and evil…Could such an extraordinary event be hidden from the eye of providence?

At this time Allah has not sent any of his authorized angels. He wanted to see that for himself.

No doubts…Hauva and Adam have met Allah with the eyes of knowledge.

Now woman and man inhabited in his paradise but not faceless creatures.

Give them freedom and soon there will no place for living as they will engender them like!

There was no need to verify but he however visited the secluded cleft which was beyond the reach of prying eyes. Twice nibbled apple was lying in the grass near the tree of knowledge and was already spolt…It is clear that Hazazyl participated in this affair. Nobody knew about this cleft and this tree but him…

But matter brooks delay with Hazazyl as he is always within reach.

Allah called angels.

The first thing…

It is necessary to burn completely the tree of knowledge. What if it will start to bear fruits by its own will and he is surfeited with the results of the only apple which was ripened on it.

The second thing…

It is necessary to punish roughly the sycamore as it sheltered the renegades in its shade.  It will not have so colored by the rainbow and bright flowers any more.

Israfil hauled and the tree of knowledge flashed like a dazzling torch, overshadowed the sun and when the fire faded the only handful of ash has left which was broomed by the blast of wind.

Israfil hauled again and all the flowers flew away from the sycamore and  the same wind  took them up and the sycamore saw them off with the farewell swings of its twigs.

Israfil stood in waiting for other orders from Allah…

So… The third thing…

When a strong wind arose Adam and Hauva were carrying a basket, braided from the sycamore twigs, with different fruits for dinner. Adam was angry with Hauva as she terminated his attempt to taste a tart juice from overripe and split cherries and lead determinately him from the hole where there was lots of that juice.

Adam remembered the place and hoped to visit it lately. Could he imagine that he would never, never, never come back to that lawn?

When whirlwind torn off mercilessly all the flowers from the sycamore tree Hauva understood who had ordered to do that. She shouted to the whole paradise:

-          Liaganat! Let you will also be cursed by your curse! God damn you, doer of evil! God damn you!

There was thunder stroke.

The black impenetrable thundercloud covered them. Adam did not see Hauva. Hauva did not see Adam but they were still holding the handles of basket. And they were flying somewhere…

The thundercloud was being cleared away.

There was no anything paradisiacal around. They descended fast to the bluish and white ice. Hauva fell backwards, and Adam fell on his face.

Yikes! It is cold…

She jumped and started to stroking herself with the palms on the back and fractioning her hips burnt by frost.

You said it (Do not speak)…

 He was standing and clapping himself to the frozen knees.

Neither Adam nor Hauva did not suspect at that moment that their descendants would have the memory about their first touch to the ice for all the time: women will have chill in the bottom of their backs and men – in their knees.

It turned out afterwards that bluish and white ice, where the castaways fell, was the ice of the frozen Balkash Lake.

The snow had time to thaw off as spring was coming soon but the sun did not have power to melt the ice so far.

 

 

Keeping holding of basket, they went towards the warm wind blasts of which came from the south.

They got warm while running, and ran so fast that reached variegated mountains till the end of the same day. The peaks of the mountains stopped at the sky. Hauva decided to make a stop here at the bottom of Ala Tau.

They had something in the basket; luckily not everything fell out while they were falling. Hauva got an apple, of course not that one from the tree of knowledge of good and evil as there were other apple trees in the paradise. She divided the apple into two halves and they ate it, having satisfied esuriency, which was unknown for them before.

In the morning they went further to the south.

And the seeds of the eaten apple have been left on the place of accidental lodging. Those seeds were in the smooth peel and edged from the one end

Day was replaced by night and then another day was coming.

In their wanderings they have been to the banks of swift-flowing rivers Syr-Daria and Amu-Daria. Hauva was trying up and comparing…However nine months later they returned to the variegated mountains where their non-paradisiacal life had started.

-          Look at that…- said our forefather, addressing to his wife – it is the same place where we stayed overnight in spring… Do you remember?

-          Yes, I remember…

-          And we were eating an apple… So now look there are five apple trees!

-          Soho!.. – exclaimed our foremother Hauva. – But listen, it means that the trees will always grow up from the seeds!

-          Yes. It means that grapes, pomegranates, dried apricot, nut and figs will appear on the banks of Syr Daria and Amu Daria …

-          That is true – she burst out in applause. – Hold on…At the same place during one of night’s lodging we had left the empty basket. Is that so that the green shoots of sycamore had sprung?

-          I suppose so…

The night full of stars fell.

At dawn Hauva was brought to bed of a boy and girl.

The children conceived in the paradise came into being for the mortal life.

Hauva was joyful, weary, harassed but none the less disappointed a little.

-          I thought… - she said to her husband, - that it will be five children or at least four.

-          Why?

-          Well, five apple trees have grown here after all, - answered Hauva, not worrying about stringency of her words. -  If this is the case and there are only two children, so when will our descendants populate the Earth?!

-          But why are you looking at me? – asked discontentedly Adam.  – Or do you want to say that I don’t do everything in my power?

It seems as though they are going to have the first family quarrel.

But it has not happened luckily.

-          No and no! – exclaimed she as somebody is disputing with her. – I must say that I am under no regrets as to everything has happened and that our paradisiacal life has ended!

-          Sure thing… Here we are in security and we are our own master at any rate.

-          And our children will grow free people and that is the happiness!

-          I also think so.

Perhaps our forefather gave himself over to thoughts not less than our foremother but she expressed herself more often than he. Sometimes she could even growl, showing incoherence, that they would live better in paradise but for him, Adam! Adam replied her that why have not she left with her Hazazyl?... And soon so forth…

She also burst out with anxiety:

-          Listen…May not it occur that Allah will reach here as well?

 Adam was long in answering as he was in philosophical mood.

- So?... – she hurried him up.

- I am in process of thinking… and I suppose that you cannot find a place where there wouldn’t be Allah. When it thunders, I am trying to guess if it is the God’s voice or sign?

- Don’t you want to interpret his will and become a master? – Hauva poked him in the ribs.

- Cut it out! I’d like to reach you won’t be able to manipulate me, it’s something at least!

Hauva had other troubles and forebodings as well.

- Listen up… Our son… I’m afraid if he will grow greedy and selfish.

- But why?

- If he finishes suckling my breast he is reaching to another that our daughter holds with her lips. He will stop at nothing! And I don’t want that he or any of my children tended to predominate over others, violate them, forgetting that all they came out from the same womb!

- How to avoid it in your opinion?.. What must be done?..

She putted dreamily her arm behind head:

- Let’s… Let’s teach them to find the joy in a mountain stream splash, in a touch of the wind, in the sun warmth, in a constant palpitation of the leaves on my beloved sycamore… Let it be our praying and their praying! Because our world and their world must be full of kindness, light, poetry!

Adam said in perplexed mood:

- I can’t judge about you…But as for me I have not started to feel any slightest poetry so far…

- In paradise you have not been active as well! And the poetry exists in movement, life exists in movement! Take a walk… Look where is the best place for us to settle. As for me I’m tied with children now.

- What should I bring you?

- Bring me the birds’ songs!

Children started whining, demanding mother to feed them, and she gave them her breast. And then, to her own surprise, she bent over them and some, not the words yet, but sounds were coming out of her. It was the birth of the song which would be called lullaby later.

Adam went away to see the world and without finding anything better.

One day Hauva said him:

- Adam, why don’t we leave well alone? Do we feel good here? And if we feel good we must set up habitation. It’s enough to look for a shelter. As a first step bend the limbs of young trees and tie it firmly. Let it be the shelter for our babies – a tent.

He bended and tied the way she asked, and it was the first house made by omnificent- hands of human being.

Hence everything had started, and the human overcame all the challenges he met and life was continuing.

 

I have always been surprised why many people prove that the first shelter to outcasts from the Paradise had been given by their land and not another. But the matter is absolutely clear.

In case if agree that they got in warm land at the beginning, why do people say that all men feel cold in their knees and all women feel cold in the bottom of their back? It is in memory of the contact with the ice of Lake Balkhash. And where is the Lake Balkhash situated at? That's what it is!

In case if it is not enough, here is more… On the hillsides of one of the Ala Tau clefts the apple trees grow and on their branches a big, rich variety of apples, called Aport, ripens. And this variety of apples you cannot meet anywhere. I have travelled a lot and I know what I am telling, I mean what I say. Where is this apple from unless Paradise? Do you remember the seeds that fall on the ground in the place where Adam and Hauva were spending a night?

We must not ignore the fact that no woman in the whole planet is not able and doesn’t dare to blaspheme so much as it does Kazakh women. If the calf reaches furtively the maternal udder…If the scone burns fast in the red-hot mud stove…if the restless mare gives a jerk with its leg and turns over the bucket with koumiss…How many curses will direct fire against God! And to think that the beginning was marked when Hauva was wild with anger and grief so she cursed the God after seeing that all the flowers from sycamore tree fell down.

This fact can deny only the person who wants to be a deep-rooted disputant!

I know what I know.

I know that nowadays we own the Earth and we must take care of it and we must take care of each other in spite of the fact where the person was born, where he/she grew up, where he/she inhabits and it is necessary to keep in memory the words of our global mother Hauva-Eva who said:”…I don’t want him or any other of my children intended to rise over the rest of humans and violate them…”

Was this story true or not but who doesn’t agree with me is able to retell in his own manner.