The Story of the Great Islamic Pony! Travel across a dessert to the mystical land of Equestria to get a glimpse at the true feelings of the Greatest Islamic Pony ever.
Read as Gupta takes a magical ride from Saddle Arabia to Equestria and lives like a true westerner pony! A story full of tears and laughs. A story that connects a familys past to their future. A true keeper. It is a wonderful story inspired by my childhood that is safe for everyone to read and have fund with your family while reading. Travel across a dessert to the mystical land of Equestria to get a glimpse at the true feelings of the Greatest Islamic Pony ever.
The brown stallion turned around quickly and cantered back into his small dirty, smelly hut. He was lucky that the Talonban wasn't patrolling in his small backwards village. They would've killed him for forgetting his little blue turban.
"Dank you mother, I am truelly thankful that Allah has blessed me today with your intelligence." He replied, raising his hooves to the sky in respect to the great Alllah.
"You are very welcome my son, for the Talonban would have skinned you alive like they did your father many moons ago!" His mother's heavy accent made him happy inside. He grabbed the turban, and placed it on his head. He felt like a king whever he wore his blue little turban.
"Ok dear mother I will go to the great Equestria to discover what they have that we don't!" With that, he again cantered outside, heading towards the chariot stops.
He passed many dirty ponies on his way to the chariot port. Many smelly gutters and stinky houses. His town was the best town in all of Saddle Arabia. He could feel the poverty in his hooves as he ran towards the chariot port.
"STOP IN THE NAME OF THE GREAT ALLAH!" A large booming voice cried out from one of the dirty gutters that lined the street.
Gupta turned in surprise, but was brought to laughter when he realized it was just his poor friend Ahmed.
"Brother Ahmed, how are you this fine morning?" He called out as his friend took a roll of toilet paper and wrapped around his mane and head.
"I am doing very well my dear friend, a little sick though." His nose was very red, his face was pale, and his mane was dirty.
“Well friend, I must be going to the chariot port! I am going to the Great Equestria!” Gupta was so excited about his travel that he clapped his hooves together, but then remembered his lessons from the Quaran and ceased his clapping immediately. Ahmed stared at him with his mismatched red-blue eyes. “So,” he began slowly, “you think your trip is more important than me? Let me remind you of a lesson told to young colts and filles.” Ahmed then began to recite the well-known story of the villager and then old man which goes like, “When passing through a mountain pass, a bedouin (villager) once came across an old man who was blind and who seemed to be afflicted with various ailments all over his body. It was clear that he was wasting away. He was even paralyzed and was constantly forced to remain in a seated position. The Bedouin could clearly hear him say, "All praise is for Allah, Who has kept me safe from ailments with which He has tested many among His creation; and He has indeed preferred me over many among those that He created."
"My brother!" exclaimed the bedouin. "What have you been saved from? By Allah, I think that you have been afflicted with every single kind of ailment!"
"Go away from me," said the old man, as he raised his head, and shook his mane. "Do I not still have a tongue with which I can pronounce His Oneness, and with which I can remember Him every single moment? And do I not still have a heart with which I can know Him?"
These words of the old man were enough for the bedouin to repent to Allah for his sins and ask Him for forgiveness.”
Ahmed then started up, “Remember, there is always someone else who is in more problem than you.” Gupta sighed, “Dear friend I know that story well, but the Great Allah would want me to go to the Great Equestria as soon as I can!”
Shaking his filthy mane, Ahmed said, “Allah says in that story that you should pay attention to me! Now where is my curry!” Gupta’s friend cantered off in search of his spicy cuisine that seemed to have gone missing.
Gupta chuckled under his breath, as to not alert the Talonban, as his friend staggered off. He refocused and trotted towards the chariot port once more.
The building where he would be traveling came into sight, but to Gupta's dismay, the Talonban had set up a road block. They were also searching everypony who came through the block.
There were AK-47's in the talons of the fierce Talonban fighters who had repelled the cowboys from the west. 50 caliber machine guns mounted on stands scared the little Gupta to his little hooves. This was a problem.
Shakily, Gupta made his way up to the fierce griffins of the Talonban.
"STATE YOUR NAME AND YOUR PLACE OF BIRTH!" Screamed the griffin who was manning the gate to enter the chariot port.
"Ummm... it's Gupta Rajan and I was born in Stables of Allah in Saddle Arabia."
"Welcome BROTHER to THE chariot PORT!" A larger griffin had flown in front of the shaking earth pony and extended his claw.
"MY name IS raj THE terrrible. I'M in CHARGE of THESE infidels." He said, motioning with his claws that everyone was an infidel.
"Sir," Gupta began," arent the only infidels the evil Celestia and harlot Luna?"
"FOOL!" Raj cried, raising his claw to the sky
Then he took off leaving Gupta confused as a camel in a spaceship.
"Don't mind him," said the original gate guard, "he gets a little bit crazy sometimes." The griffin opened the gate to let Gupta inside the chariot port.
"Enjoy your flight friend of Allah!" The guard was a nice stallion. But, as soon as Gupta was inside, a mare had walked up to the gate without her headdress and was shot 6,00 times because of her infidelity.
Gupta scurried into the chariot port waiting area, and sat his backhooves on a couch to rest for the trip. He then laid himself prostrate on the ground and said the daily prayer, "Subhaanak-Allaahumma, wa bihamdika, wa tabaarakasmuka, wa ta'aalaa jadduka, wa laa ilaaha ghayruka." Then he removed his turban and slept.
"Please sir I am trying to wake up you for the travel to that great land Equestria." A hoof proceeded to shake the sleeping Gupta Rajan.
"Sir," the unknown voice continued, "I need you to please vake up and depart!"
Gupta began to slowly rise, yawning, but closing his mouth with his hoof quickly as Chapter 4 Verse 4 in the Quaran bans ponies from yawning in public. He quickly looked down at his portable sundial that he kept with him at all times.
"Praise Allah," he exclaimed, "I must leave!" He hurriedly put his things in a magical bag that his mother had given him before he left his dirty hovel.
The unknown pony sighed with relief, "My name is Abdul Mughni, and I will be your chariot pilot for this wonderful morning." The unknown pony was brown, like everypony in Saddle Arabia, and smelled, like everypony in Saddle Arabia, and was poor. Again. Like everypony in Saddle Arabia.
"Thank you dear friend for waking me up! The great Alllah praise you for your kindness!" Gupta raised his hooves to the sky in gratitude for Abdul Mughni, his new found friend.
Abdul Mughni blushed, as he was a gay pony, and proceeded to praise Allah with Gupta.
Twenty minutes had passed before they had stopped praising the great Allah, and then they departed.
The chariot port was still under the control of the Talonban, and as they stepped outside, the freedom fighters raised their hooves in salute to Gupta.
"You are a brave pony for venturing to the great Satan. We bless you with courage to do what is needed to kill the evil Infidels of Equestria." They all sounded in unison.
"Thank you kind ones, I will do my duty to Saddle Arabia!" he lied, hoping no one would catch it.
With that, Abdul Mughni and Gupta climbed into a chariot and took off into the dirty brown sky.
As they flew, Gupta could see the marvelously poor city that was his pride and joy. Once they left the city, he could see the great oil derricks, the only reason why he had food was because of them, and he said a silent prayer to Allah that the evil Celestia would not be able to capture them. He shivered at the image of that hideous white queen brought to him. Her whiteness was disgusting and needed to be dirtied to be brown or she would be damned forever.
"Um, kind friend." Abdul Mughni was speaking to him now, dragging him out of his vision of hate.
"Yes pilot friend?" He asked, wondering what his new found friend had to ask him.
"Would you like a cookie cookie?" The brown pony blushed, as it was his only food for the month.
"I would enjoy a cookie cookie." Gupta extended his hoof to receive the token of Abdul Mughni love for him. It was a small cookie cookie that was demolished in one bite.
"Thank you dearest friend, for Allah has blessed us with the cookie cookie as a sign for our greatness!" Gupta was then wrapped up in a nationalistic pride for his poor nation of Saddle Arabia.
"I am not sad that I gave my only food to my dearest partner... Uh I mean friend!" The recovery that Abdul Mughni made was brilliant. True literary prowess.
Gupta then coughed, remembering a poem from his youth, "I love Allah and the prophet And the sahaba and my parents All my brothers, all my sisters Who love Allah and the prophet O' you muslims love each other Pray to Allah, pray together Don't follow the shaitan Remember the Quran Who teaches you to love each other Allah tells us we are brothers Like a bunch of beautiful flowers That is the way to become pious"
The poem left his chariot pilot in tears, almost causing them to crash into twin radio towers out in the middle of the desert.
"That was a close one my friend, " said Abdul Mughni, whipping his forehead with his hoof in mock distress.
"It was in truth, a close one. " Gupta confirmed. But weirdly, the desert vanished and then there was water.
"Water!" he screamed, for he didnt have that in his home town.
"Yes!" Confirmed Abdul Mughni.
"I like water and need water, for my home town has none!" Gupta exclaimed.
"My home town is the same way! Friend! We have something in common!" Abdul was very much excited by this news and he attempted to make a connection to his new found love. He only had eyes for Gupta, which would prove fatal for him in the future.
After an hour and a half, they neared the port of Canterlot, where Gupta would have his passport checked and would go into security and be checked by burly stallions of the TSA.
Once they landed, guards poured out and transported the chariot driver and Gupta to a locked room for interrogation. When the guards left, Abdul moved closer to snuggle with his new partner and immediately the door opened and a shot rang out.
"We don't have time for queer towel heads. Guards! Remove the body!" A red, white, and blue unicorn was levitating a smoking hand gun. His eyes were like eagles and his horn was also red white and blue.
"My name is General America, and who might you be towel head?" America seemed like a jerk to Gupta, but Gupta raised his hooves to show he was unarmed.
"My humble name is Gupta Rajan. Please don't shoot me!" He cried out.
America chuckled, "You towel heads are always trying to mess with us. But don't you dare mess with America! I will hunt you down if you try!" He snorted and left the room, his multicolored coat shimmering all the way.
Two guards came into the room and lifted Gupta up, walked him to another door.
"Welcome to Equestria Mr. Rajan. Be safe!" the guards seemed cheerful as they let Gupta free.
Gupta, even though someone had been killed, jumped for joy, but stopped quickly thinking of the verses in the Quaran that forbade him to do so, and sulked off into the street, his blue turban a signal to all that he was a foreigner. But he couldn't stop thinking that Gupta Rajan was finally in Equestria! The land of the free and the home of the brave!
Little did he know, that as he sulked off, the eagle eyes of General America were following him the entire time.
