A stork flies through the air. At Khang el Ghar there is a pool of water at the bottom of the ravine. The stork descends, drinks. Nearby, a hyena watches.
The stork isn’t foolish – it knows that the hyena is an animal of death, not mercy. They discuss their respective natures; the hyena assures the stork that it is not interested in feeding.
“You are very lucky [the hyena tells the stork] Men never try to kill you, because they think you are holy. They call you a saint and a sage. And yet you seem like neither saint nor sage.”
When the stork asks the hyena why, the hyena admonishes it and suggests he look for Allah.
And so it goes – they discuss religion and the true nature of themselves as beasts. Eventually, the stork comes to trust the hyena, and soon alights on the ground to discuss matters of great import (magic, Allah, man). After a while the stork flies away, but hurts itself and is encouraged by the hyena to go to a nearby cave where they hyena lunges at the stork, ravages its neck, and leaves it for ten days, the better to eat as putrid carrion.
The story is told like a fable – it is a fable. But fables are not always so connected to religion and the gifts that Allah has bestowed upon his creatures. In this, both the stork and the hyena are cognisant of their natures while thankful to Allah for creating them so. The stork is thoughtful but naive, whereas the hyena is presented as living entirely in the moment, aware that going to sleep and waking up alive is a luxury not always afforded to those hunted and hated by men.
The hyena is detatched and calm – not quite cold, and certainly not angry. It exists because it was born and lived. The hyena believes, it seems truly, in Allah, and praises him multiple times for what he has been given. There is no anger in the death of the stork, though the hyena is satisfied with his ability to use his intellect to beat his opponent. In this, he is more subtle and sophisticated than his prey, for all it may be worshipped by men.
A saint and a sage? Perhaps. Synonyms for food? Perhaps.
The Hyena is a short story by American writer Paul Bowles
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