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| <h6>Author</h6> | ||
| <h1>Paulo Coelho</h1> | ||
| <h6>Brazilian lyricist</h6> | ||
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| “Well, what if I decide to stay?” | ||
| “Let me tell you what will happen. You’ll be the counselor of the | ||
| oasis. You have enough gold to buy many sheep and many camels. | ||
| You’ll marry Fatima, and you’ll both be happy for a year. You’ll learn | ||
| to love the desert, and you’ll get to know every one of the fifty | ||
| thousand palms. You’ll watch them as they grow, demonstrating | ||
| how the world is always changing. And you’ll get better and better | ||
| at understanding omens, because the desert is the best teacher | ||
| there is. | ||
| “Sometime during the second year, you’ll remember about the | ||
| treasure. The omens will begin insistently to speak of it, and you’ll | ||
| try to ignore them. You’ll use your knowledge for the welfare of the | ||
| oasis and its inhabitants. The tribal chieftains will appreciate what | ||
| you do. And your camels will bring you wealth and power. | ||
| “During the third year, the omens will continue to speak of your | ||
| treasure and your Personal Legend. You’ll walk around, night after | ||
| night, at the oasis, and Fatima will be unhappy because she’ll feel it | ||
| was she who interrupted your quest. But you will love her, and | ||
| she’ll return your love. You’ll remember that she never asked you to | ||
| stay, because a woman of the desert knows that she must await her | ||
| man. So you won’t blame her. But many times you’ll walk the sands | ||
| of the desert, thinking that maybe you could have left…that you | ||
| could have trusted more in your love for Fatima. Because what kept | ||
| you at the oasis was your own fear that you might never come back. | ||
| At that point, the omens will tell you that your treasure is buried | ||
| forever. | ||
| “Then, sometime during the fourth year, the omens will abandon | ||
| you, because you’ve stopped listening to them. The tribal chieftains | ||
| will see that, and you’ll be dismissed from your position as | ||
| counselor. But, by then, you’ll be a rich merchant, with many camels | ||
| and a great deal of merchandise. You’ll spend the rest of your days | ||
| knowing that you didn’t pursue your Personal Legend, and that now | ||
| it’s too late. | ||
| “You must understand that love never keeps a man from | ||
| pursuing his Personal Legend. If he abandons that pursuit, it’s | ||
| because it wasn’t true love…the love that speaks the Language of | ||
| the World.” | ||
| The alchemist erased the circle in the sand, and the snake | ||
| slithered away among the rocks. The boy remembered the crystal | ||
| merchant who had always wanted to go to Mecca, and the | ||
| Englishman in search of the alchemist. He thought of the woman | ||
| who had trusted in the desert. And he looked out over the desert | ||
| that had brought him to the woman he loved. | ||
| They mounted their horses, and this time it was the boy who | ||
| followed the alchemist back to the oasis. The wind brought the | ||
| sounds of the oasis to them, and the boy tried to hear Fatima’s voice. | ||
| But that night, as he had watched the cobra within the circle, the | ||
| strange horseman with the falcon on his shoulder had spoken of | ||
| love and treasure, of the women of the desert and of his Personal | ||
| Legend. | ||
| “I’m going with you,” the boy said. And he immediately felt peace | ||
| in his heart. | ||
| “We’ll leave tomorrow before sunrise,” was the alchemist’s only | ||
| response. | ||
| THE BOY SPENT A SLEEPLESS NIGHT. TWO HOURS BEFORE dawn, he awoke | ||
| one of the boys who slept in his tent, and asked him to show him | ||
| where Fatima lived. They went to her tent, and the boy gave his | ||
| friend enough gold to buy a sheep. | ||
| Then he asked his friend to go into the tent where Fatima was | ||
| sleeping, and to awaken her and tell her that he was waiting outside. | ||
| The young Arab did as he was asked, and was given enough gold to | ||
| buy yet another sheep. | ||
| “Now leave us alone,” said the boy to the young Arab. The Arab | ||
| returned to his tent to sleep, proud to have helped the counselor of | ||
| the oasis, and happy at having enough money to buy himself some | ||
| sheep. | ||
| Fatima appeared at the entrance to the tent. The two walked out | ||
| among the palms. The boy knew that it was a violation of the | ||
| Tradition, but that didn’t matter to him now. | ||
| “I’m going away,” he said. “And I want you to know that I’m | ||
| coming back. I love you because…” | ||
| “Don’t say anything,” Fatima interrupted. “One is loved because | ||
| one is loved. No reason is needed for loving.” | ||
| But the boy continued, “I had a dream, and I met with a king. I | ||
| sold crystal and crossed the desert. And, because the tribes declared | ||
| war, I went to the well, seeking the alchemist. So, I love you because | ||
| the entire universe conspired to help me find you.” | ||
| The two embraced. It was the first time either had touched the | ||
| other. | ||
| “I’ll be back,” the boy said. | ||
| “Before this, I always looked to the desert with longing,” said | ||
| Fatima. “Now it will be with hope. My father went away one day, but | ||
| he returned to my mother, and he has always come back since | ||
| then.” | ||
| They said nothing else. They walked a bit farther among the | ||
| palms, and then the boy left her at the entrance to her tent. | ||
| “I’ll return, just as your father came back to your mother,” he | ||
| said. | ||
| He saw that Fatima’s eyes were filled with tears. | ||
| “You’re crying?” | ||
| “I’m a woman of the desert,” she said, averting her face. “But | ||
| above all, I’m a woman.” | ||
| Fatima went back to her tent, and, when daylight came, she went | ||
| out to do the chores she had done for years. But everything had | ||
| changed. The boy was no longer at the oasis, and the oasis would | ||
| never again have the same meaning it had had only yesterday. It | ||
| would no longer be a place with fifty thousand palm trees and three | ||
| hundred wells, where the pilgrims arrived, relieved at the end of | ||
| their long journeys. From that day on, the oasis would be an empty | ||
| place for her. | ||
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