And so the rowed kohee, the sustainer of these lands, flowed in some parts and not in others, to be harnessed by those areas adjacent to the flows and not by others. Many dreamt of more but they heard the words.

There was one man however who upon hearing these words of our people believed in the dream that he could challenge the flows. His name was Haibat Khan and he ignored the words and planned a feat which defied all the logics of our histories. He would dig a channel from the rowed kohee which carried the name of Koreee to his lands to make them live. And so he planned. And nature smiled.

Of course madness and humour share a common tongue. And we laughed at the insanity of his plan.

But Haibat was a persistent man and he dreamed that dream of more. He petitioned the British authorities - it was during the time of ???? that this story grew - for permission to build his channel. Yet despite their reservations the authorities granted him that permission and using the maps that they brought with them they draw the line by which his channel would become reality. And so the dream was etched on that paper.

And so Haibat Khan worked. And he worked. But the tools were not sharp and whilst he remained persistent to his last, nature defied and the channel was but a channel on that map that they brought with them.

Haibat Khan died a happy man.

Many years past and new nations came to rest upon us. Tools were sharper. And the dreams found a new dreamer. But this dreamer was from afar. The engineers with their designers and their planners and all those whose fidelity to techno-science proclaimed our illiteracy and ignored the truths of the local and so they ignored the words of our people.

With satellites above and maps below they planned. Dusting out cupboards and bringing out maps they planned. And on that one map they saw Haibat's channel. And reading their maps they calculated that here flowed the rowed kohee and thus they planned.

And they built this canal. And Haibat's name came to pass. And terror came to pass. A terror by which they took our lands to build their super-passageways, by which they forced some of us to leave our villages because they informed us that the floods will arrive and wash us away. For their sciences and their maps they ignored our pleas because we were made illiterate.

And yet the lands remain dry. The super-passageways stay empty. The floods pass by as they have always done. But we no longer live here and villages carry ghosts of the past and of the absurdity of a science that is shaped by the mad.