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<h6>Author</h6> | ||
<h1>Paulo Coelho</h1> | ||
<h6>Brazilian lyricist</h6> | ||
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“Two days ago, you said that I had never dreamed of travel,” the | ||
merchant answered. “The fifth obligation of every Muslim is a | ||
pilgrimage. We are obliged, at least once in our lives, to visit the | ||
holy city of Mecca. | ||
“Mecca is a lot farther away than the Pyramids. When I was | ||
young, all I wanted to do was put together enough money to start | ||
this shop. I thought that someday I’d be rich, and could go to Mecca. | ||
I began to make some money, but I could never bring myself to | ||
leave someone in charge of the shop; the crystals are delicate things. | ||
At the same time, people were passing my shop all the time, heading | ||
for Mecca. Some of them were rich pilgrims, traveling in caravans | ||
with servants and camels, but most of the people making the | ||
pilgrimage were poorer than I. | ||
“All who went there were happy at having done so. They placed | ||
the symbols of the pilgrimage on the doors of their houses. One of | ||
them, a cobbler who made his living mending boots, said that he had | ||
traveled for almost a year through the desert, but that he got more | ||
tired when he had to walk through the streets of Tangier buying his | ||
leather.” | ||
“Well, why don’t you go to Mecca now?” asked the boy. | ||
“Because it’s the thought of Mecca that keeps me alive. That’s | ||
what helps me face these days that are all the same, these mute | ||
crystals on the shelves, and lunch and dinner at that same horrible | ||
café. I’m afraid that if my dream is realized, I’ll have no reason to go | ||
on living. | ||
“You dream about your sheep and the Pyramids, but you’re | ||
different from me, because you want to realize your dreams. I just | ||
want to dream about Mecca. I’ve already imagined a thousand times | ||
crossing the desert, arriving at the Plaza of the Sacred Stone, the | ||
seven times I walk around it before allowing myself to touch it. I’ve | ||
already imagined the people who would be at my side, and those in | ||
front of me, and the conversations and prayers we would share. But | ||
I’m afraid that it would all be a disappointment, so I prefer just to | ||
dream about it.” | ||
That day, the merchant gave the boy permission to build the | ||
display. Not everyone can see his dreams come true in the same | ||
way. | ||
TWO MORE MONTHS PASSED, AND THE SHELF BROUGHT many customers | ||
into the crystal shop. The boy estimated that, if he worked for six | ||
more months, he could return to Spain and buy sixty sheep, and yet | ||
another sixty. In less than a year, he would have doubled his flock, | ||
and he would be able to do business with the Arabs, because he was | ||
now able to speak their strange language. Since that morning in the | ||
marketplace, he had never again made use of Urim and Thummim, | ||
because Egypt was now just as distant a dream for him as was | ||
Mecca for the merchant. Anyway, the boy had become happy in his | ||
work, and thought all the time about the day when he would | ||
disembark at Tarifa as a winner. | ||
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