A stranger joined him at the table (since there were no other seats available) and on this sunny afternoon a conversation ensued which would change the 'Muser's' life for ever.
By an extraordinary coincidence, both parties hailed from the same location and had similarly been evicted by force from their homes, far from the land in which they now found themselves.
The two (who were soon to become close friends) exchanged pleasantries and it was not long before they discovered to their amazement, that they were children together in the same village of their homeland, furthermore, the 'Stranger' had but recently visited his OWN home and found it to be in ruins.
To the surprise of the 'Muser', the 'Stranger' was able to inform him that HIS home was perfectly intact BUT, it was currently inhabited by a reclusive and shabbily dressed 'Deaf Mute' , apparently shunned by all of his neighbours and quite friendless.
The 'Recluse', lived off the produce of the land which surrounded his land and also kept some farm animals, thereby rendering himself perfectly self sufficient.
The 'Stranger' further informed the ''Muser' that, in stature and general appearance (though shabbily dressed of course) the 'Muser' COULD, with a certain amount of attention to detail, easily disguise himself as the 'Recluse' and perhaps regain his property.
The 'Muser', duly grew his beard and adopted something of a dishevelled countenance in order to 'psyche' himself in preparation for the task that the two of them agreeably resolved to undertake, the 'Stranger' paid particular attention to the details which would ensure the success of the venture they were about to embark upon.
They would return to their homeland and, crossing the border in the dead of night, disguise themselves suitably and usurp the position of the 'Recluse', providing the 'Stranger' could successfully obtain the clothing and walking stick of the 'Recluse'.
As to the dispatch of the 'Recluse', it was of small consequence to the 'Stranger', he was militarily trained and had no qualms about taking revenge upon the one who had stolen his friend's property, the 'Recluse' was slain with some alacrity and there is little need for further explanation.
Safely ensconced in his own property, adorned with his scraggy beard, his turban , flowing robes and pointed shoes, the 'Muser' was perfectly happy with his lot, the 'Stranger' remained with him for a short period and (crossing the border at dead of night) departed and was soon among his own countrymen.
Meanwhile, the 'Muser' grew in confidence in his new role (as the 'Recluse') and one fateful week-end decided to venture forth among the local community, he knew that he would not be well received since the 'Stranger' had informed him so, he knew he would have to adopt the countenance of a 'Deaf Mute' which was a blessing to him since he did not speak the language of locals.
He took with him some farm produce which he sold to a local trader and, with the money he received, treated himself to a meal in one of the local eateries, he was able (by using a few grunts and hand signals) to secure a meal without arousing suspicion, which was an added boost to his confidence.
Ah, but 'Fate' has a way of dealing quite cruelly with those who seek to deceive, perhaps even 'Allah' himself may have decreed that which followed..... from whichever OR whatever source misfortune chose to place it's accursed hand, tragedy was about to strike.
Poor 'Muser',unused as he was to the foreign fare he had just consumed, he developed an excruciating pain in the abdomen and hurriedly prepared to the toilet,the relief he felt upon the violent discharge from his bowels (excuse me Ladies, for there is hardly any other way to describe the event) brought quite a whimsical smile to his face which immediately transformed into an expression of horror when, first he observed just how messy the floor surrounding the 'Hole in the Ground' (which served as a toilet in these premises) was, followed by a wringing of hands when he discovered that there was no toilet paper.
In such a predicament, most of us would feel completely shattered, can you even imagine such a plight ?.
Ah, but once again 'Fate' or even 'Allah' came to the rescue of our daring usurper, perhaps they felt some compassion for the evils that were originally imposed upon him OR, it may even prove to be that both the 'Fates' and 'Allah' himself are politically motivated since, nicely tucked in the folds of his robes, the 'Muser' carried a particular parchment which NEVER left his possession, he now ruefully withdrew it and with it performed the motions necessary to cleanse himself (once again, sorry Ladies) before sadly consigning his beloved parchment to the 'Hole in the Ground' and swirling a bucket of water upon the entire mess.
After shuffling back to his home feeling rather crestfallen, the 'Muser' sat in the corner and buried his head in his hands, "Oh God" says he "Will I ever have the strength and knowledge to reproduce that which was written upon that sacred parchment ?"
THEN, perking up a little , a wry smile appeared on his bearded face, "Ah well" says he, "At least my 'Manifesto' DID prove to be of some use in the end !"
Just kidding RW. 
